This is an idea that's been floating around my head for a while, and when we were watching Scrubs in History I, instead of putting myself through that pain, wrote this in the back of my History book. I'm mainly looking to see whether people thought it was funny, because humor isn't my best thing, and I think this could be really funny.
Characters:
ASHLEIGH- A boy of ten. Known to the rest of the world as 'the boy who cried wolf'.
PHSYCOLOGIST- A woman of about 30. She holds many jobs and is he one who ASHLEIGH is sent to talk to.
Ext. Big, grey building. ASHLEIGH sidles up and enters. Int. Office. PHSYCOLOGIST is sitting at a desk. ASHELIGH walks in and sits down. PHSYCOLOGIST looks up and smiles.
PHYSOCLOGIST: Hello Ashleigh. How are you?
ASHLEIGH: (mumbling) Fine. Why do I have to see you?
PHSYCOLOGIST: (leaning towards ASHLEIGH) Because your parents thought it would be a good idea. Don’t you want to be here?
ASHLEIGH: Does anybody want to be here?
PHSYCOLOGIST: (laughing and leaning back in her chair) You’re probably right, but you’re here now. So, what do you want to talk about? I think your parents want me to help you with your trouble from… a few months ago. How do you feel about that, want to talk about it?
ASHLEIGH: I guess.
PHSYCOLOGIST: (nodding) Okay then. Why don’t you start off by telling me exactly what happened?
ASHELIGH: Surely you read the newspapers. I was up on the hill for three days, and I kept pretending a wolf was there. On the third day, there really was one, but nobody came. The doctors said I’m lucky to be alive.
PHSYCOLOGIST: Yes, I read the newspapers. But I wanted to here it from you. Why do you think you lied the first two times?
ASHELIGH: (shrugging) I don’t know, I just did. Surely you’ve lied?
PHSYCOLOGIST: I’ll be the one asking the questions here, Ashleigh. So, why a wolf exactly? I mean, of all the things you could have shouted, why a wolf?
ASHLEIGH: I can tell you that. Did you know that wolves eat little boys? Well, I couldn’t have that, so I shouted and I thought all the wolves would be killed. There, end of story. Can I go now?
ASHLEIGH begins to stand up. PHSYCOLOGIST frowns and makes him sit down again.
PHSYCOLOGIST: Yeah, sure. I don’t believe you Ashleigh. Really, just tell me why you did it. It’s not hard. And maybe people will stop calling you ‘the boy who cried wolf’.
ASHLEIGH: Well maybe it was to cover the fact that I’m a wolf hunter and I spend my time murdering wolves. Maybe I needed a cover as to why all the wolves were gone. Could that be it, oh great one?
PHSYCOLOGIST: Now, now, Ashleigh. We both know that’s not true. I’m the only wolf hunter in this city. Now just tell me the truth.
ASHLEIGH: Fine. What about this? I’m a time traveler, and I went into the future and found out that I’d be attacked by a wolf on the hill, but I wasn’t sure of the exact date, so I just shouted wolf each time I went up? Is that an acceptable reason?
PHSYCOLOGIST: Don’t be stupid Ashleigh, I’m the only time traveler in the city. Really Ashleigh, why? Don’t you want to figure it out?
ASHLEIGH: (blushing) Fine, I’ll tell you! I’m in love with you and your wolf-killing, time-traveling ways. I thought if I lied about it my parents would send my here to talk to you, and then one day you’d fall in love with me? What have you got to say about that, huh? What?
ASHLEIGH storms out of the office. PHSYCOLOGIST is left at the desk looking shocked.
PHSYCOLOGIST: (whispering) I was going to say you were bored and had nothing better to do.
