SCENE ONE
(Waiting Room- /Artworks-2011-2013)
CHELSEA
Shhh…I gotta keep quiet. Right now, I'm in my room, waiting for the mail to get here. I gotta beat y mom..er..Nora to it before she finds my letter. She's gonna beat my ass if she gets the mail before I do. It's a good thing she normally doesn't get home from work until 6. The mail usually arrives at 5:30, and usually by the time she gets home, Nora's so tired and grouchy, she doesn't even bother to read the mail or check the mailbox. All she wants after work is a cold beer in her hand and to sit on her lazy ass to watch the news or something. Because never mind the fact she has a family to take care of! Why bother when you could watch Joe Blow shoot a guy up? I guess we're not that news worthy to her.
Ok ok..shut up Chelsea. Focus. The moment you start venting is the moment you lose focus. Just keep your eye on the clock...and outside….the clock…outside…God, why is time only slow when you don't want it to be? I really wish I had the power to fast forward through time just so I could get stupid shit over with. It'd keep me out of math class for sure. Man, could you imagine what having a world-remote control would be like, kind of like that one Adam Sandler movie? That'd be hilarious. I could fast forward through Nora's yelling and Dad's overprotective nagging. Can you imagine him with a really squeaky voice? Chelsea honey…squeak squeak squeakity squeak. As if he's not such a little mouse already. I guess I can't really blame him though. A full grown lion's a mouse compared to my bitch of a mother. I don't know how he's put up with her so long. I never liked how she's treated him but what can I do. I'm just a kid.
No Chelsea, focus! Don't let her win! I check the clock..5:15…no one's at the mailbox yet. Oh why..WHY did I have to apply for that school? Why didn't I control myself! Would going to Wishbrooke really have killed me? Probably not, but I'd be stuck with a major I didn't want. Wishbrooke doesn't offer a music program at all like Harmony does. Nora demanded that I apply there because she wants me to help run her shitty, ghetto trucking company, because as her child, I have an obligation to kiss her ass and get wiped on like I'm her welcome mat. Of course, luck would have it where I was accepted, with a scholarship that paid off half of my tuition. Nora was over the damn moon.
The irony behind everything? Last week, I had a gotten a call from Harmony telling me that my acceptance letter should be coming in the mail soon, along with my financial aid package, and they had told me that I should expect my letter sometime that following Wednesday. They didn't go into too much detail but they said that I've been awarded a full-ride scholarship because of my grades and how involved I was in music during high school. It'd be cliché to say that music is my escape, though that is true, but at least I didn't dive into stealing like my older brother, Darren. You'd think my parents would at least be somewhat proud of me. For the grades I've made and for the fact that I'm getting into college. Nope. It's got to be all according to Nora's plan. Screw what I want. I gotta do what Nora wants.
What time is it…5:30..damn, that's what I get for going off. Ok ok..no big deal…just gotta look back at the mailbo…wait…what is she going home early? I thought she said she had a meeting tonight? What the hell is the doing back? Did she forget something? No couldn't be? I've never seen her leave her briefcase, and she NEVER leaves papers just flying out in the open. Well..maybe she won't notice..oh shit..she shuffling through the papers…she just saw the envelope…she's opening it… Shit Shit! Fuck! I am so fucking dead! Shit!