A/N Hey guys, so this started out as a paper I was wrighting for English, but I decided it would be fun to post it on here too, so I made a few adjustments and here it is. This is written in the style of a scene from a play so it may seem a little weird, but just go with it, k? Also, it's clearly not finished yet, but as it is an assignment it will get done by next week regardless of wether I want it to or not. If I get enough positive feedback (aka, one good review or even just one alert) I'll post the rest of it as a second chapter. I hope you like it
DISCLAIMER: DO NOT OWN! I give full credit to the author, Stephen Chbosky, who I adore.
The scene opens on a room with a circle of chairs. The walls are lined with motivational posters and there is a small table in the corner with a coffee pot and a box of donuts. Hanging on the far wall there is a banner saying "WELCOME BROKEN HEARTS ANONYMOUS"
ENTER Charlie and Candace
CANDACE: I still don't understand why I have to be here. I could get this exact same help from my feminist books at home.
CHARLIE: Because I'm still not allowed to drive and Mom says you need this more than she does.
ENTER Mary Elizabeth, Sam, and Patrick
Mary Elizabeth and Sam both looked shocked at seeing Charlie but their expressions quickly change to angry glares. Charlie looks away sadly. Patrick smiles at Charlie and walks over to greet him.
PATRICK: Hey Charlie, what are you doing here? Is this some kind of doctor ordered therapy?
CHARLIE: Yeah, apparently the therapist determined my problems are rooted in a misconception of love.
PATRICK: nods understandingly cool, cool, he turns to Candace and what are you doing here? Finally decide to ditch Ponytail Derek and get a real man?
CANDANCE: Well he was better than Nothing.
Patrick rolls his eyes at the overused joke and sticks his tongue out at Candace behind her back
At the door, Brad enters. He spots Patrick and immediately turns to leave, but is blocked by Bill.
BILL: Brad, are you ok? Come on in and sit down, I'm so glad you decided to come check out our group. He leads Brad by the shoulder to the circle of chairs, but Brad does not sit down.
BRAD: Excuse me Mr.-
BILL: Bill. In here, you can just call me Bill.
BRAD: Umm ok…Bill. I was just wondering, how is this an "Anonymous" group if everyone here is a student at the school were you teach English. Even more so, why is everyone here either related to another member or has dated one?
BILL: Well, that's because all of you are somehow connected to Charlie over there; and this guy, Stephen Chbosky, decided the letters Charlie wrote to an anonymous person would make a good book. Now some random teenage girl has decided to use your love lives as her own personal puppets with which she shall paint a whole new scene.
BRAD: Sir! You just broke the fourth wall!
BILL: Ha, silly teenager, I'm an English teacher; I'm just going to call this artistic licensing and say it's ok. He turns to the rest of the group and says All right every one, lets gather around. Take your seats. Now, as I am the only adult in this novel who ever seems to have any decent advice I have been appointed chairmen of this little group. So, do any of you know why you are here? The room is silent Come on guys, you need to participate! Get out of your heads. He waits a moment, but eventually gives in. You are here because a teenage girl who has never personally met you before but read a bunch or letters Charlie wrote, has decided that you all need some serious relationship counseling. So, why don't you all go around and introduce yourselves.