Welcome to king High School,, your typical urban-suburban
high school in la, California. Smarties, Skids, Preppies,
Granolas. Loners, Lovers, the In and the Out Crowd rub sleep
out of their eyes and head for the main building.
king HIGH PARKING LOT - DAY
Spencer carlin, eighteen, pretty but trying hard not to be
In a baggy granny dress and glasses, balances a cup of
Coffee and a backpack as she climbs out of her battered,
Baby blue '75 Dodge Dart.
A stray SKATEBOARD clips her, causing her to stumble and
spill her coffee, as well as the contents of her backpack.
The young RIDER dashes over to help, trembling when he sees
who his board has hit.
RIDER
Hey -- sorry.
Cowering in fear, he attempts to scoop up her scattered
Belongings.
Spencer
Leave it (He persists) I said, leave it!
She grabs his skateboard and uses it to SHOVE him against a
car, skateboard tip to his throat. He whimpers pitifully
and she lets him go. A path clears for her as she marches
through a pack of fearful students and SLAMS open the door,
entering school.
ROOM - DAY
Alex carlin , a beautiful sophomore, stands facing the
mirror, applying lipstick. Her less extraordinary, but
still cute friend, Sammy stands next to her.
Alex
Did you change your hair?
sammy
No.
alex
You might wanna think about it
Leave the girls' room and enter the hallway.
HALLWAY - DAY-
Bianca is immediately greeted by an admiring crowd, both
Boys and girls alike.
BOY
(adoring)
Hey, alex.
GIRL
Awesome shoes.
The greetings continue as sammy remains wordless and
unaddressed by her side. alex smiles proudly,
acknowledging her fans.
GUIDANCE COUNSELOR'S OFFICE
Glen James, a clean-cut, easy-going senior with an open,
farm-boy face, sits facing Miss arty, an impossibly cheery
guidance counselor.
MISS arty
I'm sure you won't find king any
different than your old school. Same
little asswipe mother-fuckers
everywhere.
Her plastic smile never leaves her face. glen fidgets in
his chair uncomfortably.
MISS arty
(continuing)
Any questions?
glen
I don't think so, ma'am
MISS arty
Then go forth. Scoot I've got
deviants to see.
glen rises to leave and makes eye contact with Ashley davies
, a sullen-looking bad ass senior who waits outside Ms
arty's door. Her slouch and smirk let us know how cool she
is.
Miss arty looks down at her file and up at ashley
MISS arty
(continuing)
Ashley davies. I see we're making our
visits a weekly ritual.
She gives her a withering glance. she answers with a charming
smile.
Ashley
I missed you.
MISS arty
It says here you exposed yourself to a
group of freshmen girls.
ashley
i spilled my drink down my top and took it off to dry
She motions for ashley to enter her office and glen
shuffles out the door, bumping into eric, a lanky,
brainy senior who will either end up a politician or game
show host.
eric
You the new guy?
glen
So they tell me...
eric
C'mon. I'm supposed to give you the
tour.
They head out of the office
eric
(continuing)
So -- where you from?
glen
Ohio ?
eric
How many people were in your old
school?
glen
Thirty-two.
Eric
Get out!
glen
How many people go here?
eric
Couple thousand. Most of them evil
HALLWAY - DAY- CONTINUOUS
Prom posters adorn the wall. eric steers glen through
the crowd as he points to various cliques.
eric
We've got your basic beautiful people.
Unless they talk to you first, don't
bother.
The beautiful people pass, in full jock/cheerleader
splendor.
eric
(continuing)
Those 're your cowboys.
Several Stetson-wearing, big belt buckle. Wrangler guys
walk by.
glen
That I'm used to.
eric
Yeah, but these guys have never seen a
horse. They just jack off to Clint
Eastwood.
They pass an espresso cart with a group of teens huddled
around it.
eric
(continuing)
To the right, we have the Coffee Kids.
Very edgy. Don't make any sudden
movements around them.
SCHOOL COURTYARD - DAY
eric continues the tour
eric
And these delusionals are the White
Rastae.
Several white boys in dreadlocks and Jamaican knit berets
lounge on the grass. A cloud of pot smoke hovers above them
eric
(continuing)
Big Marley fans. Think they're black.
Semi-political, but mostly, they watch a
lot of Wild Kingdom, if you know what I
mean.
eric waves to Marko , the one with the longest dreads.
eric
(continuing)
marko - save some for after lunch, bub?
Marko
(very stoned)
eric, my brother, peace
glen turns to follow eric as they walk into the
cafeteria.
glen
So where do you fit in all this?
