Maybe the Stars
written by ☆kiola-the-iola☆
A screenplay about teen depression and wishing on the stars.
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
9
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789
SCENE TWO
Chapter 2
Kerris rushes into a classroom, out of breath. She drops her book bag as teacher, MR. FEEREL, eyes her.
FEEREL: My, my. Three days into the school year and you just can't catch a break, can you, Miss Donfelt? Need I remind you that you were late on the first day of school? And the second? And now the third? And that's been a recurring pattern for two years ever since your sister Lucy died?
KERRIS: Look, Mr. Feerel. I know I've not been very responsible. But my parents are out of town, and my neighbor needed help, and today is the anniversary of- of- Luce… (she trails off and Feerel looks at her expectantly. All of a sudden, she's on the floor, crying and sobbing.
KERRIS CON'T: I can't do this anymore! I can't pretend that I'm okay! I can't pretend that I don't feel like building a time machine and going back to punch Luce- or better yet, myself, in the face, for not helping her! I can't sit around and act like my parents don't hate me and aren't forcing me to pay all the bills! I've been bubbling up to the edge of the bottle for two years, and there's no room left for any more hate or sadness. My life is a mess, okay?
FEEREL: (almost stunned into silence) Well, that's unexpected. (sighs) Miss Donfelt, why don't we take a trip down to the counselor's office?
Kerris grudgingly picks up her bag and follows him out the door. Her classmates watch in confusion.
FEEREL: My, my. Three days into the school year and you just can't catch a break, can you, Miss Donfelt? Need I remind you that you were late on the first day of school? And the second? And now the third? And that's been a recurring pattern for two years ever since your sister Lucy died?
KERRIS: Look, Mr. Feerel. I know I've not been very responsible. But my parents are out of town, and my neighbor needed help, and today is the anniversary of- of- Luce… (she trails off and Feerel looks at her expectantly. All of a sudden, she's on the floor, crying and sobbing.
KERRIS CON'T: I can't do this anymore! I can't pretend that I'm okay! I can't pretend that I don't feel like building a time machine and going back to punch Luce- or better yet, myself, in the face, for not helping her! I can't sit around and act like my parents don't hate me and aren't forcing me to pay all the bills! I've been bubbling up to the edge of the bottle for two years, and there's no room left for any more hate or sadness. My life is a mess, okay?
FEEREL: (almost stunned into silence) Well, that's unexpected. (sighs) Miss Donfelt, why don't we take a trip down to the counselor's office?
Kerris grudgingly picks up her bag and follows him out the door. Her classmates watch in confusion.
