Act 1
(Alice, Andrew, Andrea, Claudia, and Tim sit in class while Mr. Baker teaches)
Mr. Baker: It was then when they knew the war had begun. That is what the topic will be this month. We are going to partner up for projects.
(There are a few moans)
Mr. Baker: You will have to write an essay or make a video about a mystery that occurred a long time ago. It can be real or a legend of any sort. Since you guys won’t goof around I’ll assign the partners.
(There are a few moans)
Mr. Baker: Laura with Eddie, Dana with Clarissa, Tom with Andrew, Claudia with Andrea, and Alice with…
Alice: (crosses fingers and whispers) Please, don’t say Tim-please don’t say Tim.
Mr. Baker: Tim!
Alice: That crossing thing never works.
Mr. Baker: Jacob, that means you’ll be doing it by yourself.
Jacob: (snorts and raises glasses) Thanks, Mr. Baker.
(Alice raises her hand)
Mr. Baker: Yes, Miss Anderson.
Alice: I’ll partner up with Jacob I could…use a 100. Tim and I don’t comprehend well.
Mr. Baker: Tim and I don’t comprehend well either, but I have two more years till retirement so I’ll deal with it.
Alice: (sighs and turns to Tim) Why you?
Tim: No, why you?
Mr. Baker: I decided to tell some special legends for you. One is about Old Man Johnson who cut off his hand and began to grow an extra foot.
Alice: Gross.
Mr. Baker: There’s another about Lady Berry. Lady Berry use to be a Nun. They called her Lady Berry because she used to eat so many berries than she started to smell like them. Then her face started to turn purple like them. One day they found her in her home in the woods bloated like a big fat berry.
Tim: Cool.
Mr. Baker: And the last, but not least legend is about Mary Hanson. Mary Hanson used to be a model back in the 1800’s or whatever. She didn’t live to far from this school. Ooh, I get the shivers from just talking about. I’ll stop.
Tim: Go, Mr. Baker I like to hear things like this.
Alice: (slumps in seat) Oh, brother.
Mr. Baker: Oh-ok. Well…one day she had planned to have a tea party. When the people came for the party the door was wide open. They decided to come on in anyways. One of the ladies claimed that she saw the portrait of Mary Hanson moving. They ran out of the house screaming in terror. Nobody ever found Mary Hanson. Her Father hired private investigators, but never was she found. They searched for her about 5 years and her mystery remains.
(Everyone sits there with their mouth hung open, the bell rings and everyone still sits)
Tim: That is so wicked. I definitely pick that one.
Mr. Baker: Come on people. It was just a silly old legend it probably isn’t true.
(Everyone starts gathering their stuff and leaves out the room. Alice leaves out and Tim catches up with her)
Tim: What’s up Allie?
Alice: My friends only call me that and you’re not my friend. You are just my partner. That still doesn’t give you a right to talk to me whenever and however.
(Alice drinks from the fountain and continues walking)
Tim: Did you hear what happened to Mary Hanson?
Alice: Yeah, it’s going be tough writing an essay on her.
Tim: We’re not going to write an essay. We’re gonna make a video.
Alice: Why? Talking to camera and telling them about Mary Hanson is going to be boring anyways.
Tim: We’re gonna talk to the camera. We’re gonna go in her house.
Alice: W-what? No-no we’re not! First, of all I don’t know where her house is and second of all if I did know I still wouldn’t go.
(Alice walks out of the school building and Tim walks behind her)
Tim: I know where her house is its right down the street from you guys.
Alice: No, it’s not. I’m sure I would have noticed some weird spooky house.
Tim: Don’t you know that big mansion covered by a bunch of trees that you can hardly see it.
Alice: How do you know it’s-
Tim: Come on I’m the newspaper boy I know everything.
Alice: (sighs) I still can’t do it, I’m not going to be afraid of admitting that I’m scared.
Tim: You didn’t have to admit it because I already knew.
Alice: What’s the sense of going in the house? She’s not there, her body isn’t there and there aren’t such things as ghost.
Tim: She has to be there somewhere people just don’t disappear out of thin air.
Alice: Maybe.
Tim: If ghosts don’t exist then why are you afraid to go in the house?
(Alice stars at Tim, a car horn honks and Alice see her Mom)
Alice: Bye, Tim I gotta go.
(Alice runs to the car and hops in)
Tim: (smirks) I’ll find a way to get in her in no matter what it takes.
