My So-Called Life Fan Fiction
POV-point of view
OS-Off Screen
VO-Voice Over
Disclaimer: I don't own My So Called Life, nor do I own and of the characters used from the original show, i.e. Jordan, Shane, Rayanne, Angela, or Rickie. This story is my interpretation of the series and in no way connected to ABC productions, any of its affiliates, The Bedford Falls Company, or any of its affiliates.
This episode takes place nine years after episode 19 ended.
(Scene open to a black acoustic guitar's body, somebody is playing it but all we can see is a hand strumming. There is no sound but the further the camera zooms out the louder the music gets, the song gets loud enough for us to know its "Red", by then the camera is zoomed out enough to see a 17 year old Jordan Catalano playing in the loft. The shot switches to a 15 year old Angela sitting with Rickie and Rayanne listening to "Red" for the first like (from Why Jordan Can't Read?) In the background you faintly hear a phone ringing, the ringing seems to get louder until it drones out Jordan's song and the scene fades to white.)
(Screen still white but zooms out to see someone lying in bed under white covers.)
VoiceOS: Angela! (Pause) Angela phones for you! (Pause again) Angela!
(An arm reaches out from underneath the covers and grabs the phone on her night stand.)
Angela: Hello?
(You hear yelling from the receiver.)
Angela: Ok, I'm on my way (pause) Ok! (She hangs up.)
(She lifts the covers to reveal her lying on her back staring at the ceiling. Her hair is short and blonde but besides that she looks the same. She gets up and walks to the bathroom. She closes the door and the camera just stays on the door.)
AngelaVO: I haven't thought about let alone dreamt about Jordan Catalano since I moved to New York six years ago. But last night all of a sudden I had a dream about him. The last time I dreamt about him was during my senior year after he left for the army, my dream was that he was shot and killed in action. But this dream was different it was nice, it was a good memory, I thought I had blacked out all the memories of him in my mind.
(Shot still of the door. She walks out of the door wear a black collared shirt, black pants, a green apron and a star bucks hat. She heads towards the fridge, pulls something out and starts to eat breakfast.)
AngelaCONT'D: I wonder where he is right now; I haven't talked to him in seven years I think not since the letter I wrote him when he was in the army. When he got back I had already moved to New York. I remember Danielle called me to tell me he came by the house to see if I was there, but I figured since he made no attempt to call me. I've live in New York for 6 years now not one phone call, not one e-mail, or letter, I mean did I mean nothing to him? (She rolls her eyes) Oh my god I sound like I'm 15 again. (She gets up grabs her bag and walks to the door.)
(The apartment is very nice everything is white. It has a big screen TV and two huge white couches and a nice glass coffee table. A woman sits on the couch watching TV.)
Woman: Bye
Angela: Later Ray.
Author's Note:
I know its short but the site that I have most of the story already on is temporally under so work but read and review, and I promise ill have chapter 2 by Monday.