Young Writers Society

*Set at my place, a large house with quite a few bedrooms… a bit like a maze.*

Story of the annoying sister.

Parris: Mee Maw Mee Maw Mee Maw

*Parris has her hands over her ears and is screeching this insane sound*

Lanara: What are you doing?

Parris: Playing

Lanara: Playing what?

Parris: Good cop, bad cop.

Lanara: Can you do it quietly…?

Parris: *Looks at Lanara with a smirk and replies* No

Lanara: Why not?

Parris: Cuz my counsellor says I should express myself.

Lanara: *rolls her eyes to the ceiling.* And how do you call this expressing yourself?

Parris: I feel good today so… I’m being a cop car, vrrrrrrrrooooom.

*She speeds off*

Parris: Mee Maw Mee Maw Mee Maw

Lanara: *heads to the kitchen and begins to make a ham sandwich.*

Parris: STOP don’t eat me!

Lanara: What? *raises the sandwich slowly to her mouth*

Parris: *snatches it away.* NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Lanara: Why’d you do that?

Parris: You were about to eat me!

Lanara: What?

Parris: I’m a cop… gettit?

Lanara: Oh, I get it. Cop… pig… oink, yeah I get it. *Sighs* I wish I was an only child.

Parris: *starts singing* I know a song that gets on your nerves… gets on your nerves.. gets on your nerves…

Lanara: Look can you stop that?

Parris: No

Lanara: Why not?

Parris: Because my counsellor says I should get things off of my chest….

Lanara: How is that getting things off of your chest?

Parris: It just… is!

Lanara: Ok,

*They go and sit in the Tv room and Lanara starts watching HollyOaks.*

Parris: Can’t watch this. *switches it over to Blue Peter.*

Lanara: What? Why not?

Parris: Because my counsellor says….

Lanara: Let me guess, that you have to have your own way otherwise it will cause psychological issues? Or if you don’t get what you want then you’ll die or you need to start standing up for yourself?

Parris: Ummmm, yeah something like that! *Smiles a sickly smile.*

*Lanara throws a pillow at her.*

*Lights down.*