Characters needed:
1. JAMES
2. ANGELA’S MOM
3. HOLLY
4. SOPHIE
5. ANGELA
(Curtains open)
ACT I, SCENE I
(SUNDAY: In Angela’s dining room. They are all sitting in chairs.)
(Sophie, Angela and Holly are talking. James makes a loud farting noise. Everybody laughs.)
ANGELA’S MOM
Hey kids, how’s it going?
HOLLY
It’s going great Mrs. W.
ANGELA’S MOM
Hey, I was wondering if you wrote poetry.
HOLLY
I write like an angel!
(Bats eyes and smiles widely)
SOPHIE
I can write… I guess.
ANGELA’S MOM
OK, good, good. I know Angela and James…
(Looks over to James)
James, quit making faces!
JAMES
(Makes faces while he’s saying)
I’m… not… making… faces!
ANGELA’S MOM
(Sighs)
Well, I got this flyer from my friend that said there was going to be a poetry contest held for ages 13 plus. You just have to write one and send it in.
ANGELA
Squeals) Oh, that’s so cool!
HOLLY
Ooh! A poetry contest! I never knew that this day would come in my young, fame-filled life!
ANGELA
Oh as if!
(Sticks out tongue at Holly)
So, mom, when do we have to send them in?
ANGELA’S MOM
The deadline is next Tuesday, so start now. I’ll get some paper.
(James pokes Holly in the arm)
HOLLY
Angrily) Ow! Quit it stupid!
ANGELA’S MOM
Sternly and annoyed) James P. Walker! Apologize now!
JAMES
Mutters) Sorry . . . oh yeah Holly, you’re Holly right?
(Angela’s Mom walks over to a cupboard. She goes to get paper. Walks back to the table. Puts paper on the table.)
ANGELA’S MOM
I’ll be in the living room if you need me.
(Walks off stage.)
(Everybody is quiet. They have dreamy and bored expressions.)
(Holly looks over at everybody)
HOLLY
(Empathizes “bored” is held out long)
Sighs loudly) I’m so bored!
ANGELA
Well, let’s talk ‘bout what we wanna write about… I mean, so then we can, like, get more ideas and stuff. You know…
JAMES
Say, does anybody wanna piece of pie now? I’m starved.
(James walks over to the counter. Then grabs a pie tin with a pie in it, gets a spoon, turns towards the girls and begins to eat the entire pie.)
ANGELA
Shouts) Mom! James is being a pig! He’s eating pie and not sharing!
ANGELA’S MOM
Screams from offstage) James P. Walker! Get your butt over here this instant!
JAMES
(James mouth is full of pie)
Shouts) Buff mum! I waf hungee!
(He meant: But mom! I was hungry!)
ANGELA’S MOM
Screams) Oh for the love of Pete, James, get over here right now!
(James stomps off stage)
HOLLY
Angrily) Man, James is such a… boy!
SOPHIE
Did you want him to take that as an insult?
ANGELA
Oh man, it’s late. I should go get my mom; she’ll probably take you guys home after she’s done yellin’ at my alien.
HOLLY
Did I ever mention that you’re mom is da bomb?
ANGELA
I think so. Tomorrow at lunch, I wanna work on the poem together so like, be there!
