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Variation 1 -
In the hallways of Ridgeway High School. Carly is at her locker. Sam walks towards her.
SAM: "Hey, hey Carls."
CARLY: "Hey what's up?"
SAM: "Does any part of you itch?"
CARLY: "What? No. ...Maybe, why?"
SAM: "Look what I made in shop class." (Sam pulls out a wooden board with nails poking through it)
CARLY: "A dangerous piece of wood with nails?"
SAM: (sticks board to a locker door) "It's a back scratcher."
CARLY: "A back scratcher?"
SAM: "Take your shirt off."
CARLY: "What? No!"
SAM: "Oh, it's alright. The nails will work right through your shirt."
Sam takes a hold of Carly's body and tries to rub her gently against the backscratcher.
CARLY: "No, Sam I don't want to do it."
SAM: "Come on Carly."
CARLY: "Sam, I don't want to try it."
SAM: "Come on Carly just put your back on the back scratcher."
CARLY: "I've told you so many times I don't want to try things and then..."
SAM: "It's okay."
CARLY (grinding her back against the backscratcher): (gradually more relaxed) "Oh... oh... oh that's nice." Carly smiles. Sam nods knowingly.
Carly relaxes further, closing her eyes, rubbing her back against the backscratcher for an awkwardly long time.
SAM: "Uhh, Carly?"
Carly, smiling and enjoying her backscratcher, doesn't respond.
SAM: "Carly? Don't you think you've had enough?"
CARLY: "Go away Sam. Just leave me here for a few more minutes."
SAM: "Whatevs. Just put that in your locker when you're done with it will ya? Don't let any of the teachers see it."
Sam walks away as Carly stays grinding her back against the locker door, a gentle smile on her face.
Freddie walks up to Carly.
FREDDIE: "A back scratcher? Sam already made me try it."
Freddie turns around to reveal the back of his shirt full of little rips in the fabric.
Carly keeps rubbing herself up against the backscratcher, gazing dreamily at Freddie.
FREDDIE: "Whatevs. Don't say I didn't warn you."
Freddie walks away.
Gibby walks into the scene, and stops when he sees Carly sliding her back up and down against her locker. She seems like she's in a dreamy stupor. Her soft, rapturous gaze at him freezes Gibby in his tracks. He watches her for a few seconds.
GIBBY: "Hmm. Interesting. You know, I'd bet that thing would be great for popping bacne zits."
Carly vaguely nods her head as she continues grinding against the backscratcher.
Gibby walks away.
The scene transitions to 5:45 pm. School has long finished for the day. The hallways are silent and empty. Only Carly remains, still slowly rubbing her back against the backscratcher on her locker. A janitor mops the floor around Carly's feet.
JANITOR: "Careful when you walk on the floor."
The janitor walks away. The lights in the hallway turn off, leaving Carly in the dark. Carly stays at her locker, slowly sliding up and down, side to side, up and down, side to side...
