[The scene opens in the Cul-de-Sac. Nazz is sitting on the curb, flipping through a magazine. Marie approaches her, looking solemn.]
Marie: Hey, Nazz.
Nazz: Hey, Marie! What's up?
[Marie hesitates for a moment, then takes a seat beside Nazz, fidgeting with her hair nervously.]
Marie: Can I, like, talk to you about something serious?
Nazz: Of course, Marie. You know you can always talk to me. What's on your mind?
[Marie takes a deep breath, gathering her thoughts.]
Marie: It's about my home life, Nazz. It's not like what you think it is.
Nazz: Oh? What do you mean?
Marie: You see, Nazz, my sisters and I... we don't have it easy. Our home isn't like the other kids' homes in the Cul-de-Sac. It's... it's chaotic.
[Nazz listens intently, concern etched on her face.]
Nazz: I had no idea, Marie. What's going on?
Marie: Well, you know how we always chase the Eds around, trying to get their attention?
Nazz: Yeah, I've seen that.
Marie: It's not just about them, Nazz. It's about us needing something... anything, to distract us from what's going on at home. My sisters and I, we're always fighting over the smallest things. We don't have much, and we take out our frustrations on each other.
Nazz: I'm so sorry to hear that, Marie. It must be really tough for you.
Marie: It is, Nazz. It really is. Sometimes I feel like I'm drowning in all the noise and chaos, and I can't escape it.
[Nazz reaches out and places a comforting hand on Marie's shoulder.]
Nazz: You're not alone, Marie. You have friends who care about you, including me. And if you ever need someone to talk to or a place to escape to, my door is always open.
[Marie's eyes well up with tears as she looks at Nazz, touched by her words of kindness.]
Marie: Thank you, Nazz. You're a true friend.
[Nazz pulls Marie into a warm embrace, offering her comfort and support in her time of need.]
Nazz: Anytime, Marie. Anytime.
[As the sun sets over the Cul-de-Sac, Marie and Nazz sit together, finding solace in each other's company amidst the chaos of their lives.]