Code Purple
(EST SHOT- Middleton High School Gymnasium. Music blares from the stereo as we see SYD dribbling a basketball and running past the camera)
I'm ready for you
Are you ready for me
I'm ready to go
Are you ready to see
Don't you know that....
DES: (OC) SYD! Shoot!
SYD: Got it!
(SYD scores the final basket)
...it's impossible to stop me?
(The buzzer goes off)
SYD and DES: (cheer)
(Later, SYD is at her locker)
SYD: (to herself, humming/singing) All the birds sing words and the flowers bloom, in the tiki tiki tiki tiki tiki room....
(A book hits her on the back of the head)
DES: (OC) Sorry!
SYD: You're not REALLY sorry, are ya?
DES: (OC) Nah, not really.
SYD: groan
(Two days later, SYD and DES are walking through the halls.)
SYD: Ah, yes, Friday. The most-cherished day of the week...
DES: At least to you.
SYD: Meh, true, BUT it still rocks hard! Rockin' out loud! BOO YAH!
(A hockey puck hits her in the head. A blonde girl, about six-foot-four, wearing glasses, jeans, and a Devils hockey jersey (and cap) walks over)
GIRL: Sorry about that!
SYD: Don't worry about it.
GIRL: By the way, I'm JILL. JILL FROM JERSEY.
SYD: Hey, I'm SYD.
DES: I'm DES. What's up?
JILL: Meh, nothin' much. What's up with youse?
SYD: Same here.
(Beat)
SYD: That's the second time this week something's hit me on the head.
JILL: Let me guess: a book?
SYD: Yeah.
JILL: That happens all the time. Especially to RON.
DES: Who's RON?
SYD: (to DES) You haven't met RON yet?
DES: No, not yet.
SYD: He's really funny. And cute, and....
(SYD goes into a crush-like state)
DES: sigh
(EST SHOT- Middleton High School Gymnasium. Music blares from the stereo as we see SYD dribbling a basketball and running past the camera)
I'm ready for you
Are you ready for me
I'm ready to go
Are you ready to see
Don't you know that....
DES: (OC) SYD! Shoot!
SYD: Got it!
(SYD scores the final basket)
...it's impossible to stop me?
(The buzzer goes off)
SYD and DES: (cheer)
(Later, SYD is at her locker)
SYD: (to herself, humming/singing) All the birds sing words and the flowers bloom, in the tiki tiki tiki tiki tiki room....
(A book hits her on the back of the head)
DES: (OC) Sorry!
SYD: You're not REALLY sorry, are ya?
DES: (OC) Nah, not really.
SYD: groan
(Two days later, SYD and DES are walking through the halls.)
SYD: Ah, yes, Friday. The most-cherished day of the week...
DES: At least to you.
SYD: Meh, true, BUT it still rocks hard! Rockin' out loud! BOO YAH!
(A hockey puck hits her in the head. A blonde girl, about six-foot-four, wearing glasses, jeans, and a Devils hockey jersey (and cap) walks over)
GIRL: Sorry about that!
SYD: Don't worry about it.
GIRL: By the way, I'm JILL. JILL FROM JERSEY.
SYD: Hey, I'm SYD.
DES: I'm DES. What's up?
JILL: Meh, nothin' much. What's up with youse?
SYD: Same here.
(Beat)
SYD: That's the second time this week something's hit me on the head.
JILL: Let me guess: a book?
SYD: Yeah.
JILL: That happens all the time. Especially to RON.
DES: Who's RON?
SYD: (to DES) You haven't met RON yet?
DES: No, not yet.
SYD: He's really funny. And cute, and....
(SYD goes into a crush-like state)
DES: sigh
