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Scene Three: George Samuel Kirk, Jr. leaves home.

The front door of a farm house slammed open and a fourteen year old Get Kirk Jr. angrily stormed down the porch steps, a duffel bag thrown over one shoulder. Following close behind him was his step father, Frank. And following nervously behind the two of them was an eleven year old Jim Kirk.

"Go ahead," Frank yelled. "Go, run away! You know I couldn't give a damn!"

"Wait," Jim run past his step father to catch up with his older brother. "No! Where are you going?"

"Anywhere but here, far as I can get!" George, or Sam as he preferred to be called, answered.

"Which won't be far enough," Frank snapped. "Know what your problem is?! No one ever taught you respect! How to follow orders! Do as you're told!"

Frank suddenly turned on Jim, "What the hell are you doing?"

"I-I," Jim stuttered in the face of Frank's anger. "Just don't want my brother to go."

"Well I do," Frank growled. "And I asked you to wash the car! How many damn times do I need to repeat myself?! How many damn times? How many?!"

With that Frank stormed off. Jim continued to chase after his brother and as he does he pulls out a floating disk.

"Please stay," Jim pleaded. "You can have my Flo-Yo!"

Sam hit it away.

"This isn't about toys, it's Frank," Sam turned to his younger brother. "I can't take him anymore. Mum has no idea what he's like when she's not here. Do you hear him talking like he's our dad?! And that's not even his car you're washing! That was Dad's car! You know why you're washing it? Because he's gonna sell it!"

"Don't leave, okay?" Jim begged his older brother. "We can tell Mum when she gets back."

"She's gone for five more months, by then I'll be in a different system," Sam replied. "You're gonna be okay. You always are. Always doing everything right. Good grades and obeying every stupid order... I can't be a Kirk in this house. Show me how to do that and I'll stay."

But Jim doesn't know how to answer. Sam pulled him into a tight embrace and walled away and all Jim could do was watch with sadness as his older brother walked away. Once Sam had vanished from sight, Jim turned and walked over to the car Frank had ordered him to wash. He was just about to grab a bucket and sponge, when he stopped, having spotted the keys in the ignition.

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