A comic script. What do you think?
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Donald and his family are driving in a car towards their new home, in the mountains. The window are down and dad is in the driver’s seat while his mom sits beside him, happily knitting a kid-sized sweater.
Sitting backwards in the car seat, with his arms folded across his chest, Donald glares through the back window towards the direction of his previous residence.
Donald(cap): My name is Donald. I’m 12 years old and ever since I can remember I’ve lived in Los Antonio. (sigh) Its back there, 256 miles away and yes, I have been facing it since we left yesterday morning.
Dad: (Taps a tune on the steering wheel and using mirror, looks at Donald) Come on son, just breath in that fresh mountain air. We should be entering town soon so just relax and try to be happy.
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Don(cap): (frowns) That’s my father, one of the reason why we’re moving. (shot of dad) See he’s an artist and thinks he needs a “new place of inspiration.” Whatever. (looks at mom) But the real reason why we left is cause of my mom. (shot of mom) As you can see, she’s gonna have a baby and she doesn’t wanna bring up “little Timmy” in the big city. Well, she brought up my sister and I in the city and we turned out fine. {Vapors waft over Donald as he glances to the side}What is that smell?
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Don: I spoke too soon
Sitting in the midst of herbs, charms, and other items dealing with sorcery, Silver holds a small, smoking, black pot on her lap, into which, she adds a vile of colored liquid. The wind blows strands of hair over her face and as she turns to Donald. Her gray eye glints.
Silver: Do you want some?
Don (th): (grimaces at pot) That…is my morbid older sister, Silver. My parents tell me ever since she learned to read, she has studied witchcraft. I think it’s because of her evil eye.
Silver: It’s the black arts. And if you don’t stop looking at me I’ll try some of it on you. {places the pot on the floor}
Don: No you wouldn’t
Silver: Would I. You would be surprised by the powers of an apprentice sorceress.
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Don: (still grimacing)
Mom: Children, we’re here.
Don: Huh?! {Donald tries to turn around in his seat but his leg cramps}Crap. {he tumbles into the pot}
Silver: (laughs evilly)
Dad: Please don’t say the “c” word
Don: (process of getting up) You did that on purpose. Mom!
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Don: Mom! (peeks over his mothers shoulders and sees the town which appears old and completely deserted) Great. It’s basically a ghost town.
Mom: I think it’s charming.
Dad: I agree and the buildings will be a perfect backdrop for many of my paintings.
Silver: I like the seclusion.
Don: You would. {turns to face Silver who has a stick of incense and is preparing to light it} What are you doing?
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Silv: I’m going to welcome our essence into this place.
Don: No you’re not (snatches the stick away) No more smoke and no more fire in this car.
Silver: (hisses in her throat and pounces on Donald)
They wrestle for awhile and then Donald manages to throw the incense out the window.
Don: (sits back in seat) Hah. (the wind ruffles his exposed hair and he notices his bandana missing) What?! Where’s my…
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Don: No! (reaches out for bandana) Don’t…
Silver: (lights the bandana afire and tosses it out the window) Hah
Don: Mom.
Donald’s mom and dad ignore him and continue admiring the town.
Don: {Folds his arms and slouches in his seat while his sister pulls out another incense and begins her ceremony.} I hate this stupid place.
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Inside a vintage clothing store in the downtown, Angela’s mother is picking out clothes while her Amelia chatters around her. Through one of the windows, Mrs. Bee glances at Angela who has her head bent towards the ground and her sons which are playing over a gutter.
Ang(cap): I wish…I were dead. At least I’ll be someplace other than here. (she looks ahead) Someplace I could be loved or at least, liked. I wish…
Andy: (points at Donald’s car which is coming towards them) Look Ally, they’re smoking that good stuff.
They all look towards the car.
Ally: What do you know about, “that good stuff.”
Andy: I saw a program about it
Ally: Oh…
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Ang(wh): Its them
As the car comes towards them Donald leans towards the window to look at Angela. They meet each others gaze and then car drives past. After it disappears down the road a commotion erupts inside the store as Angela’s mom bursts out onto the sidewalk, still wearing the clothing store’s apparel. It’s owner, ranting in a foreign language, follows after her.
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Bee: Was that them?
Ang: (Angela remains silent)
Bee: {she shades her eyes against the sun as she tries to catch a glimpse of them but they have already turned down a street}Oh Ange, you’re completely useless. Angela. I simply asked you to tell me when the car comes.
Andy: I saw them mommy. They were smoking “that good stuff.”
Bee: Hm? (ponders) Come on, let’s go. (turns to the store owner) Just charge it to my account k. Rufe. (winks eye at the store owner and gets into the car and ) Love ya!
Rufe: (mumbles)
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Inside Mrs. Bee’s car, Bee is smoking. Amelia sits in the passenger seat and her brothers are in the back, rolling up paper cigarettes. Angela is sitting with them and is smiling to herself.
Ang(th): Who was that boy? I can’t believe he actually noticed me. At least I think he noticed me.
Bee: (looks into mirror at Angela) Why are you smiling, Angela?
Andy(grinning): She saw a boy today and was making googily faces at him, mommy
Ang: (casts an annoyed glance at her brother)
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Bee: A boy? Your age, I suppose. Well, don’t get your hopes up. I mean you do have an acceptable figure but no one likes quiet girls.
Amelia: (sings a random song loudly)
Bee: Anyway I believe most of your suitors, if you ever have any, will probably fall for my little Amelia. (smiles adoringly at Amelia and strokes her hair)
Ang(th): (glares at her mother) Curse you
Andy: (chants and claps) tunnel, tunnel, tunnel
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The car goes under a short tunnel.
Bee: Now Angela, try not to set your face like that, you’ll get wrinkles.
Ang: (looks away)
They drive out of the tunnel and through a neighborhood. All its neighbors are in the yard raking leaves and doing other various yard chores.
Bee: Tsk, tsk. How predictably nosey they all are.
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Bee steps out of her car and a group of neighborhood wives flocks to her lawn, gossiping the entire way.
Wife: Why Mrs. Bee, we didn’t expect you back so early. Did you see the new family?
Bee: No, thanks to my daughter.
Ang: (looking down)
Bee: But my sons did. They said there were four of them and from the amount of smoke Andy saw billowing out the car, I’d say they were all crack addicts.
The women begin gossiping amongst themselves.
Bee: But that’s besides the point. You all need to go inside. They’d be pretty suspicious of this place if they saw all of you standing on your lawns, gawking at them. Go on now, ladies.
(wives disperse)
Bee(to kids): We need to go inside too. They’ll be here shortly.
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Dad: Stop complaining, son. I believe after awhile this town might even grow on you if you give it a chance.
Don: This place sucks
Silver: You weren’t thinking that when you saw that girl on the sidewalk. It was as if she cast a spell on you.
Don: Shut up about the magic stuff, o.k.. And I wasn’t looking at her.
Dad: Please don’t say the ‘s’ word Donald
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Mom: (holds up the finished knitted sweater) So what do you think, Donald? It’s for your new baby brother.
Don (grouchy): Its too big for a baby and the colors are too bright.
Mom: (tears swell in her eyes) Well, I was just thinking about the future and the b..the ba…(sniffs)
Alarmed, everyone looks at mom.
Mom (sobs): The baby
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Dad: Aw Don, see what you’ve done to you’re poor mother. You know how she gets.
Silv: (sarcastic): Good job, Donald
Don: Mom, I didn’t mean it. It’s a nice sweater, really it is.
Dad: Calm down, honey. Look, we’re in our neighborhood now.
Mom (sniffs): We are?
Don: (looks out window) Everyone’s peeking out their windows at us. It’s kinda creepy.
Dad: Hush Donald!
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Inside Angela’s home, Bee is on the phone and is peeking out the blinds at Donald’s family who are parked in their driveway, a ways down the street.
Bee: There are four of them…yeah…wife looks pregnant…uh huh.
Amelia: (tugs on her mother’s dress) Mommy, when are we going to see them?
Bee: In a minute. (directs her attention to phone again) Uh hn…I’ll send the signal and you follow. Tell the others. (hangs up phone) Boys, go bring the jell-o.
Andy: I’m way ahead of you mommy.
Bee: Oh Andy, please help your little brother before he drops that. (pats her hair into place and opens the door for her children) Angela, you stay here with the phone. I wouldn’t want you to embarrass me in front of the new neighbors.
Ang: (looks away)
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Don is sitting on the front steps of his new two-story home. His family is inside.
Don(mutters): I’m not going inside that place. It’s not my real home. My home is in Los Antonio.
Silv(yells through house): This room is perfect.
Mom: Look at this dear.
Dad: Yes I see. It is huge.
Bee: Yoohoo
Don: (looks up and sees Bee walking towards him with a jello mould) Mom, we have company.
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Bee: Hello there. What’s your name? (peers past him and into the windows) Are your parents home?
Don: My name’s Donald.
Mom: (opens the door) Hello, I’m Mrs. Trump and I see you’ve already met Donald.
Bee: Yes, he’s such a sweet boy. I’m Mrs. Bee.
Mom: Please come in.
Bee: (waves her hand before entering)
Don: (regards her gesture questionably)
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Ally: That’s her signal for the rest of the neighbors to come
Don (yells): Mom, more company
The children stare at each other until Donald breaks the silence.
Don: So, what’s your names?
Ally: I’m Ally, he’s Andy, and that’s Amelia
Amelia (curtsies): Please to meet you
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(neighbors walk pass them and more children join)
Don: So, what do you all do around this place?
Andy: Watch t.v.
Amelia: And go to school
Ally: generally nothing interesting
Don: Wanna play tag? {They stare at him} Do you even know how to play tag? {all of them shake their heads} (sighs) This is a first. Guess, I’ll teach you then.
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They gather in a circle with Donald standing in the middle.
Don: (holds a fist full of sticks in his hand) Now listen, whoever draws the shortest stick is “it” understand?
Each of the kids draw a stick and hold it up.
Don: (opens his hand and he has the shortest) Just my luck I’m “it.” (he looks up and all the kids are staring at him) Here’s the running part you guys.
Kids: (glance at each other questionably)
Don: Move!
Kids: (scatter and Donald chases after them.)
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Donald starts chasing after Andy who stops running and begins staring across the street. The other children do the same.
Don: Hey why did you stop running? I didn’t touch you yet. (sees Nathan and his group approach them)
Sam: Is your sister in there? (she motions her eyes towards the house)
Don: Yes, why?
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Nath: None of your business little man. (they walk off) And by the way, stop playing that silly little game. It annoys me.
Don: Why should we?
Nath: (stops walking) Because if you don’t, tomorrow, you might find yourself having a very unpleasant day at school.
Don: Are you threatening me?
Nath: Actually…
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Nath: Yes
Donald starts to go after Nathan but is subdued by the kids.
Don: (breaks away from the kids’ grasp) Why’d you stop me? I could’ve taken him on.
Ally: We don’t doubt that Donald. It’s just...nevermind.
Don: Whadya mean, nevermind?
Ally: They’re teenagers and we better do what they say.
Don: Whatever, I’m going inside cause if they mess with my sister, someone’s gonna git hurt and its not gonna be me.
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Nathan enters the house which is bustling with the neighbors. A couch sits in the middle of the living room and a few folded chairs. In the back there is a staircase which leads up to the second floor.
Nath: Split up and find her
Silver’s room is bare except for a bed, dresser, and a few boxes scattered around. Various lit candles, sitting on the boxes illuminate her room. Silver is sitting on her bed in a meditative position.
Mom: (knocks on door) Its me, dear.
Silver(wh): Rood nepo Rood (door opens)
Mom: (walks in and looks at the doorknob questionably) I see you’re excelling at whatever art you’re pursuing.
Silver: The black arts, mother.
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Mom: Well, that’s nice. Why don’t you come down stairs and share your hobby with some of the nice young girls down there.
Silver: Because they will most likely call me a freak.
Mom: No they wouldn’t and it would make me happy if you at least gave them a chance.
Silv: Fine. (descends to the bed) I’ll come.
Nathan looks upstairs and sees Silver following her mom down the stairs. He smiles.
Nath(wh): Found you
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Silver sits in a chair in a corner. She scans the crowded house through her hair which falls over her face. Nathan walks towards her.
Nath: Hi
Silver: (looks up) Hi, yourself
Nath: Whoa! Wicked Eyes.
Silver: (partial smile) Thank you
Across the room, Donald watches them both.
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Nath: (leaning against the wall) So, Silver what’s you’re deal? I mean, what do you like to do.
Silv: I like to study sorcery.
Nath: Really, could you show me some magic.
Silv: A sorceress never reveals her spells
Nath: (smiles)
Sam: Hey Nathan, don’t tell me you’re already offering her a membership. (approaches them followed by the rest of the crew)
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Sam: You don’t even know if she’ll fit in.
Silv: (hisses at Sam)
Sam: Ugh, she looks rabid
Nath: Aw Sam, looks can be deceiving
Silv: In my case, they’re not
Sam: (grimaces) Let’s go (leaves)
Nath: (follows her) Bye, Silver
Silv: Goodbye
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Night falls and the last family leaves. Mom is sitting down and dad collapses beside her.
Dad: I never knew neighbors could be so friendly.
Mom: (rests her head on her husbands shoulders) I think we fit in perfectly, don’t you.
Dad: (smiles)
Don: (walks past them with his shoulders slumped and a scowl on his face)
Mom: So how did your evening go, Donald dear.
Don: Fine (goes upstairs and slams his door)
Dad: (glances at wife) I’ll go talk to him
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Dad: (knocks on Donald’s door) May I come in son
Don: Yes
Dad: (enters)(Donald is lying on his bed with his face in the pillow) You know Donald, this move was not only beneficial for me but for your mother as well. You should at least try to cope with it. You’re making your mother and I very worried.
Don: I hate this place
Dad: Donald, don’t say hate because you may learn to love it here after a week or two. Don’t you think so, son?
Don: No, I wanna go back to my real home.
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Dad: This is your home know. And tomorrow you’ll start your first day of school.
Don: (groans and sits up to face his dad who is holding a uniform in his hand) What’s that?
Dad: Oh this, its your new uniform. You’re teacher dropped it by. (holds up uniform)
Don: (entire body cringes) Its…ugly. I’m not wearing it.
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