FADE TO:
EXT. WOODSBORO HIGH SCHOOL - DAY
KIRBY REED exits her SUV, in a much more mellow pace than she's usually used to. Her hair has grown out and her walk is a bit less strong willed. In her eyes is a pondering sadness but with the strength to carry on except her body can't keep up with the scars she carries.

INT. WOODSBORO LIBRARY - CONT'D
About a dozen people sit in a circle in a collective somber, each one carrying their own weight of dispair. Kirby is in the middle of all this, listening to a fellow group member's story. This is CARRIE STOUT, a goth girl who tries to keep her pain deep inside.

CARRIE
- he was on top of me. I tried to put
up a fight but at that point, I was already
so drowsy from the drug that all I could do
was just lay there. When I woke up, I was
so scared that I didn't tell anyone. But
that fear was about to come out when I
figured out I was pregnant... but that
didn't last long. I guess my body couldn't
accept the baby...

MR. LEEDS, a leader of sorts, listens intently to Carrie's story.

MR. LEEDS
That's really powerful, Carrie. Thank
you for sharing that with us, that takes
a lot of strength to come out about such
a topic that has been... embroided in your
conscience.

CARRIE
It's whatever.

MR. LEEDS
(beat)
Kirby... would you like to share anything
today?

KIRBY
No thank you, Mr. Leeds, I'm not in the
mood to talk about how I was - stabbed by
my high school crush while it was all
planned by my best friend six months ago.

MR. LEEDS
Well I respect that, Kirby... but this is
Survivor's Group... and you are a survivor.
And we're here to talk about the things we
have become thankful for after the events
of surviving. To pay respect for those
who didn't.

KIRBY
Yeah, I'm really grateful for the 3 months
of therapy on retracking my digestive
system and having to drink my food through
a straw. It was awesome.

MR. LEEDS
Okay, I can see you're not in the same place
as you usually are so... we'll leave it
there, ladies and gentleman. Thank you
for coming and I hope you enjoy the rest
of your day.

The group gets up, Kirby a bit slower than the others. Mr. Leeds approaches her.

MR. LEEDS
Can we talk?

KIRBY
(exhausted of his presence)
About what?

Mr. Leeds look up and waits for everyone to be out the door.

MR. LEEDS
How's your grades?

KIRBY
(not seeing the point)
They're fine.

MR. LEEDS
That's good. I'm glad.

KIRBY
Okay?

MR. LEEDS
I'm just concerned, Kirby, that's all.
When you first came here, you were a bit
more enthusiastic about improving. Now
you're just... frankly, you're slipping.

KIRBY
I'm fine but... no offense, Mr. Leeds
but I find this whole thing kinda cheesy.

MR. LEEDS
Cheesy?

KIRBY
Yeah. I mean, it was great to talk to
someone about what I went through the first
couple of times but now I just feel so...
(sighs)
I don't know. I don't know, I'm sorry.

MR. LEEDS
No, it's okay, I understand. Look, take
some time off from coming here before school
every morning and... see how you feel in
a few weeks. Maybe your opinion will change
about being a -

KIRBY
"Survivor." I got it. And really, dude,
you're great. But I think the more I sit
here, the less I'm able to move on. I wanna
move on.

MR. LEEDS
(smiles)
Then I guess that's the best progress we
can hope for.

KIRBY
(whispers)
You succeeded.
(walking away)
Have a nice day, Mr. Leeds.