A/N: FYI, for some lyrics, I'll edit them due to cussing, or not fitting
in with the theme of the scene.
Exposed and Annoyed
(Establishing Shot – SYD'S bedroom. She's sleeping, as it is 1 A.M.)
SYD: (having a nightmare) N-no...No! NO! (She briefly opens her eyes, which are purple, and where our eyes are white, hers are orange.)
(SYD'S POV – Nightmare. A short MAN approaches the test tube that DES was in and types. He inserts a floppy disk into the computer. A Word file comes up, displaying binary type. He laughs evilly as red siren lights illuminate his face. It is PROFESSOR DEMENTOR.)
SYD: (in real life, screams)
(SYD snaps awake)
SYD: Gah!
(SYD runs downstairs into the kitchen. She looks in the window, seeing her reflection, particularly her eyes, which are still purple and orange.)
SYD: Jeez.
(SYD grabs a glass of water)
SYD: I hate nightmares.
(The next day, at a basketball game. The scoreboard reads: HOME: 42, VISITORS: 43)
ANNOUNCER: And it looks like transfer student SYD LIPSKY is adjusting well to Middleton's basketball team! She has led her team with a shocking 12 shots!
(One of the girls from the visiting team pushes SYD as she stretches to reach the goal. SYD'S defense system kicks in and her claws come out, slicing the backboard in half)
SYD: Uh...oops.
CROWD: (gasp)
GUY IN CROWD: (to another) Hey! That chick's got problems!
OTHER GUY: Yeah! (to SYD) Serious problems!
SYD: Sh-shut up!
JESSIE: (blows her whistle (FYI: She's the coach for Middleton's girls basketball team))
JILL: (in crowd) God, that woman really knows how to restore order.
CROWD: (misc. yelling)
JILL: Oh, sweet! An angry mob! I've ALWAYS wanted to see this!
JESSIE: (to the crowd) Now, I'm sure my niece has a good explanation for this.
(SYD walks over to the ANNOUNCER, whispering something to him. The ANNOUNCER nods and hands his microphone to SYD)
SYD: (clears throat before speaking) Okay. So what if I'm different? Everyone's different. Like her. (points to BONNIE) She's annoying. (points to JILL) She plays hockey as long as she can. (points to JESSIE) She's a control freak.
JESSIE: (glares)
SYD: (turning around, facing JESSIE) Well, it's the truth.
(Beat)
SYD: ...I'll start ignoring you now. (turns back to the CROWD) Bottom line...
CROWD: Get out of the school!
SYD: (shocked, runs off)
CROWD: (cheers)
(SYD runs off, bumping into a FEMALE FBI AGENT)
AGENT: S060787?
SYD: Get away from me! I don't want to hear you call me that!
AGENT: Look, S060-
SYD: I said don't call me that! (through gritted teeth) My name is SYD.
AGENT: SYD. I know they found out. I'm sorry.
SYD: (clenching her fists) Sorry?! You made me a FREAK and you say sorry?!
AGENT: It was necessary...
SYD: Necessary?!
AGENT: (nods) Do you think any of them stand a chance against a supervillain?
SYD: (shakes head)
AGENT: Exactly.
SYD: I...I need to clear my head.
(SYD walks off. She comes to a stop at a park. She sits on a bench)
SYD: (looking up at the sky) Thank you, Father. Thank you for giving me the gift of life and the acceptance I had. Thank you for my family, however small it is. Amen.
(SYD lays on the bench, looking up at the stars)
I wanna be perfect
But I'm me,
I wanna be flawless,
But they see,
Every little crack, every chip
(SYD flashbacks to when her abnormality was exposed, the instant where her claws pop out.)
Every dent,
Every little mistake...
I wanna be perfect...
Just like them...
But there's only so much that I can do...
When I look in the mirror what I see...
(SYD looks at her reflection in a puddle)
Makes sense to me...
Perfectly...
SYD: (whispering) Perfectly...
DES: (walks up) Hey, SYD. We won. TERRI scored the winning basket.
SYD: Cool.
DES: Are you all right?
SYD: Yeah...just kind of freaked.
DES: Yeah, I know.
SYD: What am I going to do about school?
DES: SYD. You're an FBI experiment. You'll figure something out.
(The next day, SYD steps out of her car, a '95 Honda Passport.)
REPORTER: Miss LIPSKY! Is there any truth that you...
SYD: (flatly) No.
REPORTER 2: So you're not?
SYD: (acidly) No.
REPORTER: You aren't a mutant?
SYD: NO!
REPORTER 2: You're sure?
SYD: Duh!
JILL: (OC) Man, two angry mobs in one week. Life is good! ....If only they were carrying flaming torches and pitchforks.
(Camera pans to JILL as a flaming orange microphone whizzes past her head)
JILL: Very nice!
(Back to SYD. SYD'S eyes have turned a vibrant, menacing purple and orange. She looks angrily at the crowd as her hands flare, as orange as her eyes, with purple specks. She raises them a few inches above her head, and fires the beams. They surround her, like a force field)
PHOTOGRAPHY STUDENT: (takes a picture)
REPORTER: Whoa!
PHOTOGRAPHER: (also takes a picture)
SYD: (icily) Stay. BACK!
(Pan back to JILL, looking up at the sky thankfully)
JILL: Two mobs, and a totally ticked SYD LIPSKY. There is a God!
(Pan to SYD, who's still surrounded by the force field)
FEMALE REPORTER: (to camera) And it seems high school sophomore SYD LIPSKY, transfer student from Upperton, has...erm...what's the word I'm looking for?
JILL: (OC) Turned into a ungodly fire demon?
F.R.: Exactly. (to camera) Police efforts so far have been futile, ladies and gentlemen. Scientists estimate that the flaming force field surrounding the girl have, in fact, reached close proximity to the temperature of the sun.
(Pan to JILL again, who's sitting on a trashcan, holding a marshmallow on a stick over the forcefield, she pulls it back to her face)
JILL: Oh, man, I should try barbeque next.
(Camera – SYD'S POV. She's surrounded by the flames, scared to death. She spins around. The crowd has grown, including all the teachers, the student body, and half the surrounding neighbors. Everything is orange/purple tinted. JILL is still sitting on the trashcan. The flames stop)
JILL: Dang. Still could've used a few more minutes.
(SYD, ticked, throws a fireball at JILL, not physically hurting her, but burning her cap.)
JILL: (cough) Excellent.
(SYD slumps to her knees, covering her face, sobbing. JESSIE and DES walk over to her.)
DES: SYD? Are you okay?
SYD: Arh...I-I lost control...
JESSIE: It's okay, SYD. Everybody does at some point.
SYD: It was horrible....It was like another SYD took over....
JESSIE: (looks at the parking lot) Hey, you managed to level the parking lot. They've been meaning to do that for months.
(JILL grabs two sticks and plays a rimshot on the trashcan)
SYD: (glares at JILL) You're not funny.
JILL: Liar.
(The next morning. SYD walks into the kitchen, wearing a purple hockey jersey, a silver undershirt, and purple pants in RON'S style.)
SYD: (humming 'Bouncing Off The Ceiling' by A-Teens. She stops when she sees JESSIE, who's reading over several letters) Whatcha doin'?
JESSIE: Just reading over some letters we got yesterday.
SYD: But you usually do that in the afternoon, don't you?
JESSIE: Yeah, for bills...Apparently a lot of angry parents didn't appreciate the little 'episode' yesterday.
SYD: (walks over) Dang. That mother is CERTAINLY NOT a PTA mom.
JESSIE: (laughs, then abruptly turns serious) This is serious, SYD. Another episode like that, and you'll be out of school. Understand?
(SYD nods)
SYD: I'll try.
Exposed and Annoyed
(Establishing Shot – SYD'S bedroom. She's sleeping, as it is 1 A.M.)
SYD: (having a nightmare) N-no...No! NO! (She briefly opens her eyes, which are purple, and where our eyes are white, hers are orange.)
(SYD'S POV – Nightmare. A short MAN approaches the test tube that DES was in and types. He inserts a floppy disk into the computer. A Word file comes up, displaying binary type. He laughs evilly as red siren lights illuminate his face. It is PROFESSOR DEMENTOR.)
SYD: (in real life, screams)
(SYD snaps awake)
SYD: Gah!
(SYD runs downstairs into the kitchen. She looks in the window, seeing her reflection, particularly her eyes, which are still purple and orange.)
SYD: Jeez.
(SYD grabs a glass of water)
SYD: I hate nightmares.
(The next day, at a basketball game. The scoreboard reads: HOME: 42, VISITORS: 43)
ANNOUNCER: And it looks like transfer student SYD LIPSKY is adjusting well to Middleton's basketball team! She has led her team with a shocking 12 shots!
(One of the girls from the visiting team pushes SYD as she stretches to reach the goal. SYD'S defense system kicks in and her claws come out, slicing the backboard in half)
SYD: Uh...oops.
CROWD: (gasp)
GUY IN CROWD: (to another) Hey! That chick's got problems!
OTHER GUY: Yeah! (to SYD) Serious problems!
SYD: Sh-shut up!
JESSIE: (blows her whistle (FYI: She's the coach for Middleton's girls basketball team))
JILL: (in crowd) God, that woman really knows how to restore order.
CROWD: (misc. yelling)
JILL: Oh, sweet! An angry mob! I've ALWAYS wanted to see this!
JESSIE: (to the crowd) Now, I'm sure my niece has a good explanation for this.
(SYD walks over to the ANNOUNCER, whispering something to him. The ANNOUNCER nods and hands his microphone to SYD)
SYD: (clears throat before speaking) Okay. So what if I'm different? Everyone's different. Like her. (points to BONNIE) She's annoying. (points to JILL) She plays hockey as long as she can. (points to JESSIE) She's a control freak.
JESSIE: (glares)
SYD: (turning around, facing JESSIE) Well, it's the truth.
(Beat)
SYD: ...I'll start ignoring you now. (turns back to the CROWD) Bottom line...
CROWD: Get out of the school!
SYD: (shocked, runs off)
CROWD: (cheers)
(SYD runs off, bumping into a FEMALE FBI AGENT)
AGENT: S060787?
SYD: Get away from me! I don't want to hear you call me that!
AGENT: Look, S060-
SYD: I said don't call me that! (through gritted teeth) My name is SYD.
AGENT: SYD. I know they found out. I'm sorry.
SYD: (clenching her fists) Sorry?! You made me a FREAK and you say sorry?!
AGENT: It was necessary...
SYD: Necessary?!
AGENT: (nods) Do you think any of them stand a chance against a supervillain?
SYD: (shakes head)
AGENT: Exactly.
SYD: I...I need to clear my head.
(SYD walks off. She comes to a stop at a park. She sits on a bench)
SYD: (looking up at the sky) Thank you, Father. Thank you for giving me the gift of life and the acceptance I had. Thank you for my family, however small it is. Amen.
(SYD lays on the bench, looking up at the stars)
I wanna be perfect
But I'm me,
I wanna be flawless,
But they see,
Every little crack, every chip
(SYD flashbacks to when her abnormality was exposed, the instant where her claws pop out.)
Every dent,
Every little mistake...
I wanna be perfect...
Just like them...
But there's only so much that I can do...
When I look in the mirror what I see...
(SYD looks at her reflection in a puddle)
Makes sense to me...
Perfectly...
SYD: (whispering) Perfectly...
DES: (walks up) Hey, SYD. We won. TERRI scored the winning basket.
SYD: Cool.
DES: Are you all right?
SYD: Yeah...just kind of freaked.
DES: Yeah, I know.
SYD: What am I going to do about school?
DES: SYD. You're an FBI experiment. You'll figure something out.
(The next day, SYD steps out of her car, a '95 Honda Passport.)
REPORTER: Miss LIPSKY! Is there any truth that you...
SYD: (flatly) No.
REPORTER 2: So you're not?
SYD: (acidly) No.
REPORTER: You aren't a mutant?
SYD: NO!
REPORTER 2: You're sure?
SYD: Duh!
JILL: (OC) Man, two angry mobs in one week. Life is good! ....If only they were carrying flaming torches and pitchforks.
(Camera pans to JILL as a flaming orange microphone whizzes past her head)
JILL: Very nice!
(Back to SYD. SYD'S eyes have turned a vibrant, menacing purple and orange. She looks angrily at the crowd as her hands flare, as orange as her eyes, with purple specks. She raises them a few inches above her head, and fires the beams. They surround her, like a force field)
PHOTOGRAPHY STUDENT: (takes a picture)
REPORTER: Whoa!
PHOTOGRAPHER: (also takes a picture)
SYD: (icily) Stay. BACK!
(Pan back to JILL, looking up at the sky thankfully)
JILL: Two mobs, and a totally ticked SYD LIPSKY. There is a God!
(Pan to SYD, who's still surrounded by the force field)
FEMALE REPORTER: (to camera) And it seems high school sophomore SYD LIPSKY, transfer student from Upperton, has...erm...what's the word I'm looking for?
JILL: (OC) Turned into a ungodly fire demon?
F.R.: Exactly. (to camera) Police efforts so far have been futile, ladies and gentlemen. Scientists estimate that the flaming force field surrounding the girl have, in fact, reached close proximity to the temperature of the sun.
(Pan to JILL again, who's sitting on a trashcan, holding a marshmallow on a stick over the forcefield, she pulls it back to her face)
JILL: Oh, man, I should try barbeque next.
(Camera – SYD'S POV. She's surrounded by the flames, scared to death. She spins around. The crowd has grown, including all the teachers, the student body, and half the surrounding neighbors. Everything is orange/purple tinted. JILL is still sitting on the trashcan. The flames stop)
JILL: Dang. Still could've used a few more minutes.
(SYD, ticked, throws a fireball at JILL, not physically hurting her, but burning her cap.)
JILL: (cough) Excellent.
(SYD slumps to her knees, covering her face, sobbing. JESSIE and DES walk over to her.)
DES: SYD? Are you okay?
SYD: Arh...I-I lost control...
JESSIE: It's okay, SYD. Everybody does at some point.
SYD: It was horrible....It was like another SYD took over....
JESSIE: (looks at the parking lot) Hey, you managed to level the parking lot. They've been meaning to do that for months.
(JILL grabs two sticks and plays a rimshot on the trashcan)
SYD: (glares at JILL) You're not funny.
JILL: Liar.
(The next morning. SYD walks into the kitchen, wearing a purple hockey jersey, a silver undershirt, and purple pants in RON'S style.)
SYD: (humming 'Bouncing Off The Ceiling' by A-Teens. She stops when she sees JESSIE, who's reading over several letters) Whatcha doin'?
JESSIE: Just reading over some letters we got yesterday.
SYD: But you usually do that in the afternoon, don't you?
JESSIE: Yeah, for bills...Apparently a lot of angry parents didn't appreciate the little 'episode' yesterday.
SYD: (walks over) Dang. That mother is CERTAINLY NOT a PTA mom.
JESSIE: (laughs, then abruptly turns serious) This is serious, SYD. Another episode like that, and you'll be out of school. Understand?
(SYD nods)
SYD: I'll try.