Chapter 1: An average day for an average girl

(Jennifer quickly shuts the jewelry box. Locks it and puts it back in the closet. Shutting the closet door)

Jennifer: (thinking out loud) Why do we have that in the house? Am I still dreaming (Jennifer pinches herself really hard) Ow! Ok, I'm not still dreaming.

(Jennifer goes about doing her chores. 7am rolls around and she starts to put breakfast on the table. Three super model like girls with black hair and brown eyes walk in. One in her 30's named Gloria, One in her mid 20's named Christina, and one in her late teens named Monica followed by the supermodel like woman from earlier that morning in her 50's, Natasha)

Jennifer: Good morning.

Natasha: Good morning, dear.

The girls: Good morning, Cinderella.

Jennifer: Please, don't call me that! My name is Jennifer!

Gloria: It's just a friendly nickname no need to get upset.

Natasha: By the way, I see all your chores have been done. Good job. O, by the way, I need you to come home early so you can set up for the pageant committee meeting tonight. We have a lot to organize. And not a lot of time to do it in.

Jennifer: Yes, mother.

Gloria: Speaking of time. I better head off to work fashion magazines don't run themselves.

( getting up from the table and rushing out the door)

Christina: I've got class. Grad school can be such a drag.

(Christina exits after her. A car horn sounds from outside)

Monica: That's me. Carol is giving me a ride.

(Monica gets up and exits. Jennifer clears the table. Puts the dishes in the dish washer. Grabs her stuff.)

Jennifer: Goodbye, mother.

(Jennifer exits out the door in a rush)

(Later at school. In biology class during frog dissection)

Angela: Jen? Jennifer are you ok? You're looking at the frog like it's about to come alive or something?

Jennifer: If I tell you something promise you won't have me committed?

Angela: What?

Jennifer: Do you promise?

Angela: Yes, I promise.

(She whispers in Angela's ear)

What? Are you sure you weren't dreaming? I mean you have had some doozeys in the past.

Jennifer: I pinched myself. Nothing happened.

Angela: But who keeps a human heart in a closet?

Jennifer: I don't know but the scary thing is I think it was alive.

Angela: That' impossible. Remember what Mr. Holmes told us? A heart can't live outside the body for more than two hours without a heart pump or some type of respirator and there wasn't one attached to the box was there?

Jennifer: No. But I'm telling you it was alive.

(the bell rings and class ends. Jennifer and Angela walk down the hallway and see Monica with her boyfriend Jeremy)

Angela: What does he see in her?

Jennifer: Well she has legs that go til next Tuesday. A pretty face. Pretty eyes. All the superficial things guys like. All my sisters do. I wish I did.

Angela: It's like she has his heart in a box somewhere. I was talking to Jeremy he hates Monica. Thinks she's superficial. He'd rather be with a girl like… you know… you and me. Regular girls. He's tried to break up with her six times but something always stops him.

Jennifer: Like she has his heart captive….

Angela: Jennifer, your sister does not literally have his heart in a box. That's crazy. He'd be dead if she had his heart at your house.

Jennifer: I guess that's true.

Angela: Just forget about it ok? It was just a dream.

(Angela and Jennifer go to their lockers and a boy comes up to them)

Boy: Hey, girls.

Jennifer: Hi, Wybie.

Boy: You guys, going to the pageant thing this weekend?

Angela: I might go see it. I won't be in it.

Wybie: How about you, Jen?

Jennifer: Yea, I was thinking about it. Seeing it I mean.

Wybie: You want to go together?

Jennifer: You mean like a date?

Wybie: Yea. Unless, you don't like that idea then no.

Jennifer: Well, ok. Sure.

Wybie: I'll see you then.

(Wybie walks off)

Jennifer: I hope my mother is ok with me going to the pageant.

Angela: Why wouldn't she be? She runs the pageant committee and Monica is in the pageant.

Jennifer: Well, you know my mom can be weird about those kind of things. I mean we're talking about a woman who keeps a heart in her closet.

Angela: You think she knows it's in there?

Jennifer: She'd have to. It's her closet.

(Jennifer's cell phone rings.)

Jennifer: Hello… yes, mother… yes, mother… Mother I was wondering… ok… ok… yes, mother… I'll be there soon. (she hangs up the phone)

Angela: I swear that woman makes you do everything. Maybe it's your heart in the box.

Jennifer: Shut up.

Angela: But seriously, maybe you should talk to someone. If this box thing is bothering you so much. You can discuss your other dreams ( hands her a business card)

Jennifer: Dr. Kimble? I do not need a psychologist!

(They finally get to Jennifer's house. That night Jennifer laid awake thinking. She then fell into an odd dream. She was in a ball room with a catwalk. Lights were hanging up and everyone was dressed masquerade style. Supermodel like girl after supermodel like girl walk down the catwalk while the others watched in awe)

Jennifer: This is such a great pageant isn't it?

Wybie: The best I've ever been to.

Jennifer: It seems like a very tight competition this year but I bet Monica wins my sisters always do.

Wybie: All the girls should are all stellar. I want to worship them. Every last one.

(Wybie goes towards the stage and the other men in audience follow suit. )

Jennifer: Wybie, what are you doing?

All the men: All hail, the contestants! All hail, the contestants!

( the girls each grab a guy reach into his body tear out his heart and eats it. Jennifer grabs Wybie from the crowd and swallows him wakes up)

Jennifer: Why won't these dreams just go away? I need to talk to someone.

(Jennifer gets on the phone and dails)

Jennifer: Hello, Dr. Kimble. I would like to make an appointment for tomorrow afternoon. My name is Jennifer Baker. Thank you.

(hangs up phone)