Ok so after a long while I am updating. I don't own anything.
Chapter 2
Firefly: Ok everyone. Are we ready to get started?
Everyone: Yeah.
IT'S SILENT. A BEAT...AND AN EXPLOSION OF SOUND. A HOUSEHOLD IN THE MORNING. KIDS GETTING READY FOR SCHOOL. CLOCK RADIOS. KITCHEN APPLIANCES. SHOWERS. FIGHTING. PEOPLE YELLING. DOG BARKING. APPLIANCES BUZZING. CAR HORNS. IT SOUNDS JUST LIKE YOUR HOUSE DID. STREAMS OF ROCK'N ROLL FADE IN AND OUT. HUEY LEWIS TO LIONEL RITCHIE TO HUSKER DU. SURROUND MAKES IT FEEL LIKE YOU'RE IN THE ROOM. AN AURAL TOUR OF A HOUSE ON A SCHOOL MORNING. BEGINING IN THE KITCHEN AND MOVING UPSTAIRS.
FATHER'S VOICE (Ric):Where's my wallet?!
SEVEN YEAR OLD BOY (Hornswoggle):YouIdiot!!
TWELVE YEAR OLD GIRL (Kelly Kelly):Mom!
Hornswoggle:Shut-Up!
EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL (Mickie James):I NEED A TOWEL!!
Ric: Linda!
Kelly Kelly: (whispers, sadistic) When you turn ten, your head's going to swell up real big like a watermelon and we're going to have to put you to sleep like they do with a dog.
Hornswoggle: MOM!
Ric: Linda!!
Mickie James: WHO PISSED ON THE TOILET SEAT!? MOTHER!!
Ric: Where's Mom?
Hornswoggle: Is my head going to swell up?
Ric: What?!
Mickie: OH, MY GOD! THE TOILET PAPER'S ALL WET!!
MOTHER (Linda): (screams) Ric!
The house falls dead SILENT. We hear footsteps thundering through the house. A TENSE STRAIN OF MUSIC FADES UP.
Hornswoggle: What's that?
Kelly: Wait! Hold still!
Hornswoggle: What?!
Kelly: You heads starting to swell up!!
Hunter: You know something?
Firefly: What?
Hunter: This is really weird.
Firefly: Thats the point.
Hornswoggle screams. We hear the sound of Ric's footsteps running through the kitchen, down the hall, up the stairs, up the hallway. A door open.
Ric: (breathless) What's the matter?
Linda: (worried) It's Shawn!
Ric: What's wrong?
Linda: (snaps) What's wrong? For Christ's sake! Look at him!
An eighteen year-old boy. He's staring lifelessly at CAMERA. His mouth's open. His eyes are bugged-out. His tongue is fat and dry in his mouth. He's laying in bed, on his side.
Hunter: Nice look Shawn!
Shawn: Shut up!
Shawns' parents, Ric and Linda Michaels are standing at bedside. They're in their late forties, early fifties. Handsome, upper-middle class parents. They're both dressed for work.
Ric: Shawn?
Linda: He doesn't have a fever. But he says his stomach hurts and he's seeing spots.
His lifeless eyes blink.
Ric bends down and touches Shawns' forehead.
Ric: What's the matter, Shawn?
Linda: Feel his hands. They're cold and clammy.
Ric takes one of Shawns' hands.
Ric: (discreetly) Should you call the doctor?
Linda: (whispers) He doesn't want me to.
Ric: Why don't you want Mom to call the doctor?
Shawn exhales loudly. He tries to speak but all he can manage is a choked gasp.
Ric: What?
Shawn tries again.
Shawn: (raspy) Don't make a fuss. I'm fine. I'll get up.
He starts to get up. Linda gently pushes him back down.
Shawn: I have a test today. I have to take it. I want to get into a good college so I can have a fruitful life...
Hunter: And if you believe that he'll tell you another one.
Firefly: Your having fun with this aren't you?
Hunter: Yep.
Linda: You're not going to school like this. (to Ric) Maybe I should call the office and tell them I won't be in.
Shawn: I'm okay, Mom. I feel perfectly...Oh, God!
He's gripped by a seizure. His body stiffens and he chokes. His older sister, Mickie, walks into the room. She's dressed for school. She's cute and stuck-up. A major pill.
Mickie: Oh, fine. What's this? What's his problem?
Linda: He doesn't feel well.
Mickie: Yeah, right. Dry that one out and you can fertilize the lawn.
Ric: That's enough, Mickie.
Mickie: You're not falling for this, are you? Tell me you're not falling for this.
Shawn: Is that Mickie? I can't see that far. Mickie?
Mickie: Pucker up and squat, Shawn.
Linda: (annoyed) Thank you, Mickie. Get to school.
Mickie: (angry, defeated) You're really letting him stay home? I can't believe this. If I was bleeding out my eyes, you guys'd make me go to school. It's so unfair.
Shawn: Please don't be upset with me, Mickie. Be thankful that you're fit and have your health. Cherish it.
Mickie: (to herself) Oh, I wanna puke.
She glares at Shawn. Her eyes are mascara and vengence. She slips out of the room. Shawns' brother, Hornswoggle and sister, Kelly Kelly peek into the room.
Kelly: Myocardial infarction?
Linda: Get your stuff. Daddy'll be right down.
Kelly: Syphilitic meningitus? That would be a huge family embarrassment.
Ric: Get downstairs!
Kelly: If he dies, I got dibs on his stereo.
She turns sharply and exits.
Hornswoggle: (worried) Dad? Does my head look alright?
Linda: Get downstairs! Now!
Hornswoggle: Just answer me one question! Is it swelling up? Kelly said it was going to get as big as...
Kelly: (OC) A WATERMELON!
Hornswoggle: (yells out the room) Shut-up!
Linda: Get downstairs! NOW!
Hornswoggle backs out of the room.
Shawn: I'll be okay. I'll just sleep. Maybe I'll have an aspirin around noon.
Linda (to Shawn) I'm showing houses to the family from California today but I'll be in the area. My office'll know where I am, if you need me.
Ric: I'll check it with you, too.
Shawn: It's nice to know I have such loving, caring parents. You're both very special people.
Firefly: Ok cut.
Hunter: That was interesting.
Firefly: And this was just the beginning. We have a lot more to go.
Hunter: Sounds like fun.
Ok if you all liked it please review. I already have the next story that I am going to do after this one. I will tell you a little later though. R/R. Bye.
