The Official First Day (Episode Three)
by
icannothearthings
copyright 2013
FADE IN-
INT. GIRL'S BEDROOMS. MORNING.
MONTAGE: THE GIRLS snooze their alarm clock. JILLIAN sirs up, pulls down the covers, and walks out of bed. ISABETH walks to her closet and picks out a dress t wear. HUNTER walks through the hall, eating an old bagel. FLORA walks out her front door, texting.
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EXT. STREET. MORNING.
FLIRA walks out of her door and onto the street, still texting. JILLIAN and HUNTER come up next to her.
FLORA:
And Isabeth is?
JILLIAN and HUNTER (in unison):
Bike.
FLORA, JILLIAN, and HUNTER walk down the street and into the school bus.
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INT. SCHOOL BUS. MORNING.
JILLIAN and HUNTER find seats next to each other. FLORA sits behind them and leans over the seat.
JILLIAN:
Wow! This will be a whole new learning experience for us this year, being in JMS!
Wow! I can’t believe I’m sitting next to you!
JILLIAN:
Oh . . . but this’ll be fun! Right Flora?
FLORA:
Sorry. no Jill. Don’t count on me for back-up, but I (sing-song) lo-ove that shirt on you!
JILLIAN:
Well thanks! But that’s not the point. Aren’t you glad we’re in a new school, with new stuff?
JILLIAN squeals with excitement. FLORA and HUNTER groan.
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INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY. MORNING.
JILLIAN, HUNTER, FLORA, and ISABETH are standing in the back of the hallway. FLORA gulps.
ISABETH (Afraid):
Are you ready for another year?
HUNTER and FLORA (In unison):
No!
JILLIAN:
Yes!
ISABETH:
Oh my God.
BLACK CREEN. A school bell rings.
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Credit Sequence.
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INT. CLASSROOM. DAY.
FLORA, ISABETH, HUNTER, AND JILLIAN are talking and laughing while doing work. THeir desks are pressed together.
JILLIAN:
I’ll be right back, okay?
JILLIAN gets up and goes to sharpen her pencil. TWO GIRLS next to her start whispering and giggling. JILLIAN drops her head.
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INT. DANCE STUDIO. DAY.
FLORA performs an amazing dance solo. STUDENTS clap.
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EXT. FOOTBALL FIELD. DAY.
HUNTER grabs a football out of a BOY’S hand. She runs past the end zone and runs around, screaming with joy.
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INT. MUSIC ROOM. DAY.
ISABETH plays a piano solo. OTHER STUDENTS clap.
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INT. CLASSROOM. DAY.
HUNTER shows the GIRLS a piece of paper with a B+ written on it.
FLORA:
Nice job!
HUNTER:
I can’t believe it! I got a B+! Yes!
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INT. BAND ROOM. DAY.
FLORA, ISABETH, and JILLIAN are sitting together, tuning their instruments. FLORA and ISABETH play a perfect D major arpeggio, while JILLIAN cranks out a few bad notes on the flute. THREE GIRLS start laughing.
GIRL #1:
Oh my God you retard! You suck so bad, nerd!
The other girls laugh. JILLIAN turns away, a tear gently rolling down her face.
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INT. JILLIAN’S LIVING ROOM. DAY.
GIRLS are sitting around the computer, talking to SIENNA.
FLORA:
I really love all my teachers, and we have these things called cycle classes? We have a different class each semester. It’s so cool! I love middle school!
SIENNA:
That’s really great, Flora! What do you think, Hunter?
HUNTER:
Eh, it’s school. But, I guess in school standards, it’s okay.
ISABETH:
OKAY? ONLY OKAY? THIS HAS BEEN THE BEST YEAR OF MY LIFE!
JILLIAN:
I’m really glad for you guys, I wish my experience was as fun as yours.
SIENNA:
What’s wrong?
JILLIAN:
Well, I’ve been snapped at by the mean girls, pushed into lockers by the older boys, and I’ve been teased by almost everyone in the school!
Tears squeeze out of JILLIAN’s eyes.
ISABETH:
Oh, Jillian, it’s okay!
HUNTER:
Yeah, who are these kids? I’ll give them a piece of my mind!
JILLIAN stops crying.
JILLIAN (Annoyed):
No one needs pieces of your mind, Hunter! And I don’t need to be comforted! JUST LET ME DEAL WITH THE CRAP MYSELF!
FLORA runs out of the room.
SIENNA:
Flora! Flora come back!
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INT. SCHOOL LOCKERS. DAY.
A school bell rings. ISABETH and FLORA close their lockers.
ISABETH:
Are you free right now?
FLORA:
I have ballet class, why?
ISABETH:
Well, I wanted to talk to you about Jillian. She ended he chat and told everyone to go home minutes after you left. Does it have to do with anything.
FLORA:
As a matter of fact, yes. I kind of, maybe . . . Well, I’m really good friends, with the girls that bully her. I felt ashamed, and I couldn’t take it anymore! I was trying to tay out of everyone’s way, so I don’t hurt anyone’s feelings.
ISABETH:
Well, call me tonight, let’s talk about this.
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Credits.
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