*The scene opens up to Ellie's bedroom. The alarm is going off and
she's still asleep*
The phone rang and rang again. Ellie's answering machine picked up, "Ellie, it's Emma, where are you? It's already nine o'clock. Get down here. Oh yeah, by the way..." The machine cut her off.
Ellie groaned as she rolled over in bed. The phone call had been enough to snap her out of unconsciousness, but not into full alertness. She pulled back the covers slightly and checked her clock, as if trying to call Emma's bluff. She cursed between her teeth and ripped back the covers.
Now in almost-full alertness, she jumped out of bed and made her way to the closet. Ellie swung open the door with extreme force. She grabbed a black spaghetti-strap that had red designs, and a pair of black denim shorts. She dashed to the bathroom to take care of hygiene. She washed her face, brushed her teeth, and then stopped for a second. She looked at herself in the mirror; her hair looked horrible and she didn't have any make-up on. "Screw it, " she said to herself. She didn't have time to do her hair up in its normal fashion, and make-up wasn't necessary. Instead, she combed her hair out to its full length. She shook her head and led her dirty blonde locks draped over her shoulders. Ellie smiled as she looked in the mirror, she couldn't remember the last time she had combed her hair out, much to her mother's dismay. A radio personality announcing that the time was 9:30 brought her back to reality.
She headed for the kitchen and when she got there she tore open the refrigerator and grabbed a croissant and a juice container, shoved them into a small handbag, and headed out front to the spot she had parked her bike the previous night. She threw her helmet on, slung her bag over her shoulder, and started peddling as fast as she could down the heavily shaded street. As Ellie rode she looked up at the sparkling sunlight as it trickled down between the trees' thick foliage. She couldn't help but think about how life had screwed her over. Her best friend, Ashley, had ditched her in exchange for popularity and friends like that Paige Michaelchuk. Her boyfriend, correction ex-boyfriend, Marco, was, well, gay. Life sucked, life sucked, life... "Hey Ellie," came a hoarse voice, which was followed by several coughs. Ellie spun around to see the owner of the voice, who had destroyed her train of thought. "Hey Max," she said to a young man, in his late 20's, early 30's, covered in dirt, and covered in tattered rag-like clothing. He sat up and wiped off his face with hands caked in dirt. "What's wrong?" he asked finally looking up into her face. "Life sucks," she said ready to explain, but glancing up at the small clock tower in the park behind them she added, "but I'll talk to you later, okay? I'm really late." Max nodded. Ellie pulled out her croissant and juice and threw them at him. "Thanks," he waved. She nodded, hopped back on her bike, and flew threw the park, which she knew to be a shortcut. Today was a new day.
"Welcome to English, today we'll continue our look into Mark Twain's Tom Sawyer..." Ms. Kwan said to the ninth grade class. "Spin," Jimmy whispered as their teacher rambled on about the day's lesson, "I want to get back with Ashley." Spinner started choking on nothing. It started to get so profuse that Ms. Kwan stopped her explanation to ask him, "Mr. Mason, would you like to step out for a drink of water." "No, I'm fine, would you?" Snickers were heard around the room. Ms. Kwan took a breath in about to say something, but stopped herself, and said something else, " Gavin, please, just one day without your smart comments." Spinner nodded, anxious to get attention on him, so he could interrogate Jimmy. A minute or so later, after all interest had been diverted from him to the teacher, he began his questioning of his best friend. "Why?' The first question was the obvious one. "You broke up with her, remember," Spinner reminded him. "I know, but..." "So wait for her to come to you," Spinner cut him off "I would but..." "You don't want to look desperate." "Spinner!" Jimmy said quietly enough not to disrupt the class, but loud enough for Ms. Kwan to give him a glare. "I tell you after class," Jimmy said and opened his Tom Sawyer book flipping madly trying to find where the rest of the class was.
Ellie had finally arrived. She hopped off her bike and scanned the area. There were about a hundred people, talking, standing, or sitting around the tree. Three or four people were standing around a long table. Ellie couldn't see what was on the table, but it didn't matter because at the moment, she heard someone call, "Hey Ellie. It's about time. It's almost ten o'clock." Ellie swiveled around to face the person. "Oh, hey, Emma, sorry, I woke up late. "It's okay." They both heard Ellie's stomach rumble. Ellie smiled remembering that she had had a small dinner and had given his breakfast to Max. "There's food at that table over there," Emma pointed to the table Ellie had seen when she had arrived. Ellie went over and grabbed a bagel. "Is there any butter?" she asked simply to a women stand near her. The women looked as though she had been stabbed. "How can you think of using butter? The cows give us milk. They give and give and what do we do? We slaughter them for food. No, we use margarine." Ellie rolled her eyes, and grabbed the margarine and spread some on her bagel with a plastic knife. Scratch what she said before, today was going to be a long day, what she nor Emma realized it was about to get longer.
"Welcome to Media Immersions. Today we're gong to start looking Flash and simple animation." "Send her an e-mail", Spinner said resolutely. "What?" said Jimmy not completely sure what his friend was talking about, but he had a hint." "Send Ashley and e-mail. Tell her you want to get back together. Tell her about the dream." Spinner clarified. Spinner's final sentence triggered Jimmy's memory of the dream he had had the previous night----- A dark room. Jimmy sat alone. Something was behind him. Eyes. Red. Glowing. It came out of the shadows. Instead of something, it was Ashley. Normal Ashley. No glowing eyes. And he kissed her. She pulled back, but she kissed him. Of course he would leave out the glowing eyes, but the kiss. It seemed magical, so meant-to-happen. "Helloooo. Earth to Jimmy. Class'll be over in eight minutes. If you're going to do this, do it now." Jimmy snapped back to reality. "Oh, yeah." He began typing. His fingers moving furiously over the keys. "And sent," Jimmy said when he had finished typing and clicked the "send" button. About three minutes left in class. "Cool, can I read it?" Spinner whispered impatiently. "Sure," Jimmy responded, opening up the file with the letter. About a minute and a half later Spinner spoke, "Dude, it's deep and all, but, it says right here 'I had a dream that I killed you, and I really want to'" "WHAT?!" yelled Jimmy, but his voice was drowned out by the bell ringing. He scanned the letter. Sure enough, he had written, "killed" instead of "kissed" Across the room he heard Ashley's voice say, "Hey, I got an e-mail." "Open it," said Terri eagerly. "No!" said Jimmy to himself, but he knew there was nothing he could do.
The phone rang and rang again. Ellie's answering machine picked up, "Ellie, it's Emma, where are you? It's already nine o'clock. Get down here. Oh yeah, by the way..." The machine cut her off.
Ellie groaned as she rolled over in bed. The phone call had been enough to snap her out of unconsciousness, but not into full alertness. She pulled back the covers slightly and checked her clock, as if trying to call Emma's bluff. She cursed between her teeth and ripped back the covers.
Now in almost-full alertness, she jumped out of bed and made her way to the closet. Ellie swung open the door with extreme force. She grabbed a black spaghetti-strap that had red designs, and a pair of black denim shorts. She dashed to the bathroom to take care of hygiene. She washed her face, brushed her teeth, and then stopped for a second. She looked at herself in the mirror; her hair looked horrible and she didn't have any make-up on. "Screw it, " she said to herself. She didn't have time to do her hair up in its normal fashion, and make-up wasn't necessary. Instead, she combed her hair out to its full length. She shook her head and led her dirty blonde locks draped over her shoulders. Ellie smiled as she looked in the mirror, she couldn't remember the last time she had combed her hair out, much to her mother's dismay. A radio personality announcing that the time was 9:30 brought her back to reality.
She headed for the kitchen and when she got there she tore open the refrigerator and grabbed a croissant and a juice container, shoved them into a small handbag, and headed out front to the spot she had parked her bike the previous night. She threw her helmet on, slung her bag over her shoulder, and started peddling as fast as she could down the heavily shaded street. As Ellie rode she looked up at the sparkling sunlight as it trickled down between the trees' thick foliage. She couldn't help but think about how life had screwed her over. Her best friend, Ashley, had ditched her in exchange for popularity and friends like that Paige Michaelchuk. Her boyfriend, correction ex-boyfriend, Marco, was, well, gay. Life sucked, life sucked, life... "Hey Ellie," came a hoarse voice, which was followed by several coughs. Ellie spun around to see the owner of the voice, who had destroyed her train of thought. "Hey Max," she said to a young man, in his late 20's, early 30's, covered in dirt, and covered in tattered rag-like clothing. He sat up and wiped off his face with hands caked in dirt. "What's wrong?" he asked finally looking up into her face. "Life sucks," she said ready to explain, but glancing up at the small clock tower in the park behind them she added, "but I'll talk to you later, okay? I'm really late." Max nodded. Ellie pulled out her croissant and juice and threw them at him. "Thanks," he waved. She nodded, hopped back on her bike, and flew threw the park, which she knew to be a shortcut. Today was a new day.
"Welcome to English, today we'll continue our look into Mark Twain's Tom Sawyer..." Ms. Kwan said to the ninth grade class. "Spin," Jimmy whispered as their teacher rambled on about the day's lesson, "I want to get back with Ashley." Spinner started choking on nothing. It started to get so profuse that Ms. Kwan stopped her explanation to ask him, "Mr. Mason, would you like to step out for a drink of water." "No, I'm fine, would you?" Snickers were heard around the room. Ms. Kwan took a breath in about to say something, but stopped herself, and said something else, " Gavin, please, just one day without your smart comments." Spinner nodded, anxious to get attention on him, so he could interrogate Jimmy. A minute or so later, after all interest had been diverted from him to the teacher, he began his questioning of his best friend. "Why?' The first question was the obvious one. "You broke up with her, remember," Spinner reminded him. "I know, but..." "So wait for her to come to you," Spinner cut him off "I would but..." "You don't want to look desperate." "Spinner!" Jimmy said quietly enough not to disrupt the class, but loud enough for Ms. Kwan to give him a glare. "I tell you after class," Jimmy said and opened his Tom Sawyer book flipping madly trying to find where the rest of the class was.
Ellie had finally arrived. She hopped off her bike and scanned the area. There were about a hundred people, talking, standing, or sitting around the tree. Three or four people were standing around a long table. Ellie couldn't see what was on the table, but it didn't matter because at the moment, she heard someone call, "Hey Ellie. It's about time. It's almost ten o'clock." Ellie swiveled around to face the person. "Oh, hey, Emma, sorry, I woke up late. "It's okay." They both heard Ellie's stomach rumble. Ellie smiled remembering that she had had a small dinner and had given his breakfast to Max. "There's food at that table over there," Emma pointed to the table Ellie had seen when she had arrived. Ellie went over and grabbed a bagel. "Is there any butter?" she asked simply to a women stand near her. The women looked as though she had been stabbed. "How can you think of using butter? The cows give us milk. They give and give and what do we do? We slaughter them for food. No, we use margarine." Ellie rolled her eyes, and grabbed the margarine and spread some on her bagel with a plastic knife. Scratch what she said before, today was going to be a long day, what she nor Emma realized it was about to get longer.
"Welcome to Media Immersions. Today we're gong to start looking Flash and simple animation." "Send her an e-mail", Spinner said resolutely. "What?" said Jimmy not completely sure what his friend was talking about, but he had a hint." "Send Ashley and e-mail. Tell her you want to get back together. Tell her about the dream." Spinner clarified. Spinner's final sentence triggered Jimmy's memory of the dream he had had the previous night----- A dark room. Jimmy sat alone. Something was behind him. Eyes. Red. Glowing. It came out of the shadows. Instead of something, it was Ashley. Normal Ashley. No glowing eyes. And he kissed her. She pulled back, but she kissed him. Of course he would leave out the glowing eyes, but the kiss. It seemed magical, so meant-to-happen. "Helloooo. Earth to Jimmy. Class'll be over in eight minutes. If you're going to do this, do it now." Jimmy snapped back to reality. "Oh, yeah." He began typing. His fingers moving furiously over the keys. "And sent," Jimmy said when he had finished typing and clicked the "send" button. About three minutes left in class. "Cool, can I read it?" Spinner whispered impatiently. "Sure," Jimmy responded, opening up the file with the letter. About a minute and a half later Spinner spoke, "Dude, it's deep and all, but, it says right here 'I had a dream that I killed you, and I really want to'" "WHAT?!" yelled Jimmy, but his voice was drowned out by the bell ringing. He scanned the letter. Sure enough, he had written, "killed" instead of "kissed" Across the room he heard Ashley's voice say, "Hey, I got an e-mail." "Open it," said Terri eagerly. "No!" said Jimmy to himself, but he knew there was nothing he could do.