Carter, Shannan. Personal interview. Feb 2, 2010.
Riley, Sarah. Personal interview. Feb 2, 2010.
Elder, Maddie. Personal interview. Feb 2, 2010.
Merril, Christian. Personal interview. Feb 4, 2010.
Ortega, Bina-Michelle. Personal interview. Feb 3, 2010.
Syddall, Sierra. Personal interview. Feb 4, 2010.
Birchett, Kaila. Personal interview. Feb 4, 2010.
Johnson, Callie. Personal interview. Feb 4, 2010.
Christianson, Kenzie. Personal interview. Feb 2, 2010.
Phillips, Christopher. Personal interview. feb 5, 2010.
Elliot, Kelson. Personal interview. Feb 5, 2010.
Roylance, Jeffrey. Personal interview. Feb 3,2010.
Reber, Rebecca. Personal interview. Feb 4, 2010.
Harmer, Lynn. Personal interview. Feb 5, 2010.
Hatch, Vicki. Personal interview. Feb 4, 2010.
Roberts, Kellie. Personal interview. Feb 2, 2010.
Thank you for all that you do!!! I love you guys!!!
Monday, May 24, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Ending
So what is a nerd? The dictionary says it’s a socially inept person. The world thinks they’re outcasts who dress funny and are only interested in school. Shawn’s sister thinks they’re “Someone who is completely obsessed with one thing.” So what’s the answer? I think the meaning of a Nerd is the real person you are inside just waiting to burst out. It’s the real “You” who you never show because you’re scared of what the world thinks. If you ever watch a Nerd, you don’t think they care what the world thinks of them, because they don’t. Not as much as your average person anyway. Nevertheless, it doesn’t matter what the dictionary, the world. Shawn’s sister, or even what I say, because I think you have to figure that out on your own.
Gym Walls Part II
Gym Walls Part II
Casting Dragon Masters/ Boy +Not Boy = IT
Yes, I know that the title on this one is weird, but soon you will understand.
Soon.
Both of these things happened when we were walking back and forth touching walls, but they didn’t happen at the same time. I’m putting them together because one is not long enough to go by itself so I’m putting them together. Neither has anything to do with each other if you want to know. I will now begin.
* * *
Back…forth…back…forth…back…backwards forth…and so on, and so on. Now, while our physical bodies were being occupied by something very uninventive and, some people might say, boring, our mouths and brains were occupying our creative stream. So now you know where it goes when not being used entirely by bodily functions.
We were talking about Shawn’s Book.
Dragon Masters.
Shawn has been working on this book for forever, and it’s AMAZING. I love it. It’s simply fantastical (I don’t know if that’s a real word). Now, Shawn had been sick for a number of days, and in her spare time she was casting her book, if it were to become a movie, with actors she thought could do her characters(she as also looking up videos on Youtube about Merlin, ,but maybe that’s unnecessary to say).
We’d actually stopped walking for a second to compare the pictures. We both agreed that BlackSun was perfect (Black Sun is a character by the way, not an actor). And Venus was almost perfect. He was almost perfect.
I tried to explain to Shawn how I felt about and ended up talking about children’s toys.
“Shawn,” I said “Arthur is like… you know those toys kids play with where you have to stick the shape in the corresponding hole? And then there’s that one shape that if you push it hard enough it will fit. Arthur’s like that. Arthur’s like a triangle a little bit bigger than his corresponding hole (Venus). So if you shove him hard enough he might fit.” Shawn tried to make sense of this. After awhile she said
“So Arthur’s a little plastic triangle that kind of fits?”
“Exactly!” I said. See this is why, Shawn and I are friends. We understand each other…..kind of.
We had a dilemma. Shawn had pictures for everyone in her lead cast except for Villy. We didn’t have a picture for him. It’s not that we couldn’t find an actor that looked like him, its just that there was already a guy that looked exactly like Villy, and there was almost no way we could get a picture of him.
His name was Tommy. He’s my brother’s best friend, and I’ve known since I moved here. Shawn discovered him last year. Her cousin Fay approached her in lunch.
“Shawn.” She exclaimed, “Guess what? There’s this guy in my choir class that looks exactly how we picture Villy!” They kind of stalked him after that, and now he knows then as creepy stalker people who knew where his locker was and put little notes inside in their spare time. He was a ninth grader last year, so he’s not in our school anymore. I believe him and Shawn are destined to be married because he represents Villy and Shawn represents Fairwind and in her book they get married
Also Tommy told me he likes girl’s better with their hair up, and Shawn usually has her hair up and…
Any way we had a dilemma. Shawn said I should ask his sisters if I could have a picture because I’m kind of friends with hem, but I had a better idea. I’d just gotten a new Mp3 player that could take pictures. I would tell Tommy I wanted to take a couple of pictures so I could examine his facial expressions. I would tell him it was for an English project, which would be true because we planned this in English and officially made it a project so I wouldn’t be lying. So, if you think about it, it was more on the deceiving side, but why don't we stray away from that subject. I decided I would do it at Young Woman’s/mutual.
When the day came I was excited and worried. What if he didn’t let me? I was very worried. When we got through opening exercises I looked for Tommy. I couldn’t find him anywhere! What if he didn’t come? I had never thought of what I would do if he didn’t come!
I went over to his sister Alyssa.
“Hey, have you seen your brother here?” I asked her.
“Yeah,” she said, and she pointed over to Tommy. I sighed, relieved. I walked over to him.
“Hey, Tommy?” I began.
“Yeah?” he said.
“Could I take a couple of pictures of you?” I asked him. Before he could answer I rushed on, “It’s for an English Project. It’s worth half my grade. I’m studying facial expressions.” Tommy looked right at me, laughed and said
“No.”
“Please,” I pleaded following him out the door, “It’s worth half my grade and it’s only a couple of pictures.” He paused, and then sighed and said
“Okay.” Because that’s the kind of person Tommy is. He’s a pushover.
The first picture was normal. No smiling, just normal. The next picture was smiling. The picture after that he kind of freaked out about.
“Okay, one more,” I told him. I took a deep breath, “Okay, I want you to do a warrior face.”
“What!?” he asked me.
“A warrior face,” I repeated. By now he looked like he was seriously starting to doubt this was for my English project.
“I can’t do a warrior face,” he told me.
“Why not?” I asked confused.
“Because I don’t have a warrior face,” he admitted.
“Just try,” I told him. He did. His first came out half smiling. The second came out like some demented form of being angry. Tommy is not one to declare war. But because I knew that was the best he could do, I told him it was perfect and left.
The next day I brought my pictures to Shawn. She loved them and now our casting was complete, no matter how much trouble it took to finish.
The Boy+ Not Boy = It is the short story that wouldn’t go by itself so I will tell it here.
* * *
We were walking back and forth….as usual, and I was telling Shawn that guys are so frustrating. There’s this guy in my Math class and some times he’s nice, good, whole and sometime he’s sick, and gross, and not good at all.
“I don’t understand it!” I told Shawn, “He’s, like, Bipolar or something! He’s just— he’s such a boy.”
“Yeah,” Shawn said, “He is a boy.”
“You know the kind of boys I like?” I asked her. “The kind that are not boys…well they’re still boys, but they’re….not.”
“They’re Its,” Shawn concluded.
“Yeah,” I said, “Okay, we like Its.” A couple of days later Shawn told me that our It was also an eighteen century boy. They are respectable and decent*. So now you understand the equation: Boy+ Not Boy= It (we love Its!).
* The very first IT we discovered is Chris Mirror. He is both respectable and decent. He is, so far, the only one who has earned the title of It. He doesn’t know it, but congratulations Chris. Girls, who understand, all over the world applaud you.
Casting Dragon Masters/ Boy +Not Boy = IT
Yes, I know that the title on this one is weird, but soon you will understand.
Soon.
Both of these things happened when we were walking back and forth touching walls, but they didn’t happen at the same time. I’m putting them together because one is not long enough to go by itself so I’m putting them together. Neither has anything to do with each other if you want to know. I will now begin.
* * *
Back…forth…back…forth…back…backwards forth…and so on, and so on. Now, while our physical bodies were being occupied by something very uninventive and, some people might say, boring, our mouths and brains were occupying our creative stream. So now you know where it goes when not being used entirely by bodily functions.
We were talking about Shawn’s Book.
Dragon Masters.
Shawn has been working on this book for forever, and it’s AMAZING. I love it. It’s simply fantastical (I don’t know if that’s a real word). Now, Shawn had been sick for a number of days, and in her spare time she was casting her book, if it were to become a movie, with actors she thought could do her characters(she as also looking up videos on Youtube about Merlin, ,but maybe that’s unnecessary to say).
We’d actually stopped walking for a second to compare the pictures. We both agreed that BlackSun was perfect (Black Sun is a character by the way, not an actor). And Venus was almost perfect. He was almost perfect.
I tried to explain to Shawn how I felt about and ended up talking about children’s toys.
“Shawn,” I said “Arthur is like… you know those toys kids play with where you have to stick the shape in the corresponding hole? And then there’s that one shape that if you push it hard enough it will fit. Arthur’s like that. Arthur’s like a triangle a little bit bigger than his corresponding hole (Venus). So if you shove him hard enough he might fit.” Shawn tried to make sense of this. After awhile she said
“So Arthur’s a little plastic triangle that kind of fits?”
“Exactly!” I said. See this is why, Shawn and I are friends. We understand each other…..kind of.
We had a dilemma. Shawn had pictures for everyone in her lead cast except for Villy. We didn’t have a picture for him. It’s not that we couldn’t find an actor that looked like him, its just that there was already a guy that looked exactly like Villy, and there was almost no way we could get a picture of him.
His name was Tommy. He’s my brother’s best friend, and I’ve known since I moved here. Shawn discovered him last year. Her cousin Fay approached her in lunch.
“Shawn.” She exclaimed, “Guess what? There’s this guy in my choir class that looks exactly how we picture Villy!” They kind of stalked him after that, and now he knows then as creepy stalker people who knew where his locker was and put little notes inside in their spare time. He was a ninth grader last year, so he’s not in our school anymore. I believe him and Shawn are destined to be married because he represents Villy and Shawn represents Fairwind and in her book they get married
Also Tommy told me he likes girl’s better with their hair up, and Shawn usually has her hair up and…
Any way we had a dilemma. Shawn said I should ask his sisters if I could have a picture because I’m kind of friends with hem, but I had a better idea. I’d just gotten a new Mp3 player that could take pictures. I would tell Tommy I wanted to take a couple of pictures so I could examine his facial expressions. I would tell him it was for an English project, which would be true because we planned this in English and officially made it a project so I wouldn’t be lying. So, if you think about it, it was more on the deceiving side, but why don't we stray away from that subject. I decided I would do it at Young Woman’s/mutual.
When the day came I was excited and worried. What if he didn’t let me? I was very worried. When we got through opening exercises I looked for Tommy. I couldn’t find him anywhere! What if he didn’t come? I had never thought of what I would do if he didn’t come!
I went over to his sister Alyssa.
“Hey, have you seen your brother here?” I asked her.
“Yeah,” she said, and she pointed over to Tommy. I sighed, relieved. I walked over to him.
“Hey, Tommy?” I began.
“Yeah?” he said.
“Could I take a couple of pictures of you?” I asked him. Before he could answer I rushed on, “It’s for an English Project. It’s worth half my grade. I’m studying facial expressions.” Tommy looked right at me, laughed and said
“No.”
“Please,” I pleaded following him out the door, “It’s worth half my grade and it’s only a couple of pictures.” He paused, and then sighed and said
“Okay.” Because that’s the kind of person Tommy is. He’s a pushover.
The first picture was normal. No smiling, just normal. The next picture was smiling. The picture after that he kind of freaked out about.
“Okay, one more,” I told him. I took a deep breath, “Okay, I want you to do a warrior face.”
“What!?” he asked me.
“A warrior face,” I repeated. By now he looked like he was seriously starting to doubt this was for my English project.
“I can’t do a warrior face,” he told me.
“Why not?” I asked confused.
“Because I don’t have a warrior face,” he admitted.
“Just try,” I told him. He did. His first came out half smiling. The second came out like some demented form of being angry. Tommy is not one to declare war. But because I knew that was the best he could do, I told him it was perfect and left.
The next day I brought my pictures to Shawn. She loved them and now our casting was complete, no matter how much trouble it took to finish.
The Boy+ Not Boy = It is the short story that wouldn’t go by itself so I will tell it here.
* * *
We were walking back and forth….as usual, and I was telling Shawn that guys are so frustrating. There’s this guy in my Math class and some times he’s nice, good, whole and sometime he’s sick, and gross, and not good at all.
“I don’t understand it!” I told Shawn, “He’s, like, Bipolar or something! He’s just— he’s such a boy.”
“Yeah,” Shawn said, “He is a boy.”
“You know the kind of boys I like?” I asked her. “The kind that are not boys…well they’re still boys, but they’re….not.”
“They’re Its,” Shawn concluded.
“Yeah,” I said, “Okay, we like Its.” A couple of days later Shawn told me that our It was also an eighteen century boy. They are respectable and decent*. So now you understand the equation: Boy+ Not Boy= It (we love Its!).
* The very first IT we discovered is Chris Mirror. He is both respectable and decent. He is, so far, the only one who has earned the title of It. He doesn’t know it, but congratulations Chris. Girls, who understand, all over the world applaud you.
Gym Walls Part I
We didn't used to walk. We used to shoot hoops. Of course that was when the basketballs were out. They are no longer available. But something did happen when we did shoot hoops, and it was in the gym, so I have to tell it. It actually started in the lunch room. Remember Boy With Big Eyes? The guy we stalk? Well this also happens to be the day that we find out his name and it sets off a chain reaction of good things.
It was a strange day. The lunch room was being was used for something or other so at lunch we had to sit in the hall on the tables from the lunchroom. After we had finished our lunch we looked for Boy With Big Eyes. We always had to do this because he us in our lunch, and one time we were following him and he simply disappeared. It must be easy getting away being all short and all, but he did every time we followed him and we were just burning with curiosity of where he went (we are natural detectives).
We began walking down the cramped hall, trying to nonchalantly search for him, when we spotted him sitting next to his friend Noci. We know his name because Shawn’s sister knows his older sister. So we’re leaning back on the wall watching him, when I see that I guy I know, John, is talking to Noci, like he knows him. I tell Shawn I’m going to ask John if he can find out his name.
As soon as John agreed and went to ask Shawn and I started FREAKING out. We were turned away from them and we both started HYPERVENTILATING. Finally, John cane back with a name. Josh (good thing # 1). We were excited. We jumped with joy. And when the bell rang for 6th period we couldn’t help skipping to class. We got dressed quickly so we can go shoot hoops.
While we were doing this I should also point out we were screaming his name over and over to each other. Exposure didn’t matter right now. We knew HIS name. After a while when we had calmed down we start talking about Merlin which is another happy subject (Merlin is a T.V. show off of BBC. Go watch it, it’s great! )
Then I asked Shawn if she ever noticed that the British always have huge smiles on their faces. She said no, but now that I mentioned it yes. I told her about a British teacher I used to have in 5th Grade that smiled just like that. We now call all BIG smiles, European smiles (Good thing # 2).
After that, Shawn drops THE question, a question that will indirectly force us out of our comfort zones.
“Camii,” Shawn said,”Who do you think is cuter, Merlin or Arthur?” I sat there in silence. Who was cuter (yes, we did think of that. I know you’re thinking that that is so typically girl, and nerds wouldn’t do that, but we are still girls even if the stereotype is a guy)?
“I know,” Shawn said, “I can’t decide either.” Well this led to that and eventually we decided to do a survey (good thing # 3). We would ask everybody we could see who they thought was cuter, tally up the votes, and see who wins (by the way my English teacher might recognize this, because we asked her and I’m pretty sure she chose Arthur because her husband is blond).
There problem was half way through the survey: we decided that Merlin was cuter even though he wasn’t winning. We kept doing the survey until we had asked everyone. We got some pretty weird responses. Our Favorites being: “Funky teeth” (Arthur), “Big ears” (Merlin), “Is that Michael Jackson?” (Unfortunately Merlin), and quote “I can not answer this question because they are both of my gender.” end quote. That one was given by our good friend Chris, who happens to be a boy, and the only boy we asked.
Even though the survey was pretty much useless, it probably was good for us nerds that are anti-social. (Let’s add here that we didn’t ask many people we didn’t know so that doesn’t change our anti-social status) :)
We didn't used to walk. We used to shoot hoops. Of course that was when the basketballs were out. They are no longer available. But something did happen when we did shoot hoops, and it was in the gym, so I have to tell it. It actually started in the lunch room. Remember Boy With Big Eyes? The guy we stalk? Well this also happens to be the day that we find out his name and it sets off a chain reaction of good things.
It was a strange day. The lunch room was being was used for something or other so at lunch we had to sit in the hall on the tables from the lunchroom. After we had finished our lunch we looked for Boy With Big Eyes. We always had to do this because he us in our lunch, and one time we were following him and he simply disappeared. It must be easy getting away being all short and all, but he did every time we followed him and we were just burning with curiosity of where he went (we are natural detectives).
We began walking down the cramped hall, trying to nonchalantly search for him, when we spotted him sitting next to his friend Noci. We know his name because Shawn’s sister knows his older sister. So we’re leaning back on the wall watching him, when I see that I guy I know, John, is talking to Noci, like he knows him. I tell Shawn I’m going to ask John if he can find out his name.
As soon as John agreed and went to ask Shawn and I started FREAKING out. We were turned away from them and we both started HYPERVENTILATING. Finally, John cane back with a name. Josh (good thing # 1). We were excited. We jumped with joy. And when the bell rang for 6th period we couldn’t help skipping to class. We got dressed quickly so we can go shoot hoops.
While we were doing this I should also point out we were screaming his name over and over to each other. Exposure didn’t matter right now. We knew HIS name. After a while when we had calmed down we start talking about Merlin which is another happy subject (Merlin is a T.V. show off of BBC. Go watch it, it’s great! )
Then I asked Shawn if she ever noticed that the British always have huge smiles on their faces. She said no, but now that I mentioned it yes. I told her about a British teacher I used to have in 5th Grade that smiled just like that. We now call all BIG smiles, European smiles (Good thing # 2).
After that, Shawn drops THE question, a question that will indirectly force us out of our comfort zones.
“Camii,” Shawn said,”Who do you think is cuter, Merlin or Arthur?” I sat there in silence. Who was cuter (yes, we did think of that. I know you’re thinking that that is so typically girl, and nerds wouldn’t do that, but we are still girls even if the stereotype is a guy)?
“I know,” Shawn said, “I can’t decide either.” Well this led to that and eventually we decided to do a survey (good thing # 3). We would ask everybody we could see who they thought was cuter, tally up the votes, and see who wins (by the way my English teacher might recognize this, because we asked her and I’m pretty sure she chose Arthur because her husband is blond).
There problem was half way through the survey: we decided that Merlin was cuter even though he wasn’t winning. We kept doing the survey until we had asked everyone. We got some pretty weird responses. Our Favorites being: “Funky teeth” (Arthur), “Big ears” (Merlin), “Is that Michael Jackson?” (Unfortunately Merlin), and quote “I can not answer this question because they are both of my gender.” end quote. That one was given by our good friend Chris, who happens to be a boy, and the only boy we asked.
Even though the survey was pretty much useless, it probably was good for us nerds that are anti-social. (Let’s add here that we didn’t ask many people we didn’t know so that doesn’t change our anti-social status) :)
Walls
Now, normal people have entertaining things to do whle they're waiting for class: they talk to their friends, text on their phones, clean up some drama or other. It's very diffrent for nerds or at least the nerds I know. We don't do any of that stuff, instead we walk. Yes, that's all we do. We walk. But while wewalk we had a goal: to touch all of the walls at the end of the hallways before the first bell rings. They're not really walls though. They're glass doors that you can exit the school with, but they're walls to us. There are six of them and they're almost impossib;letot ouch before the firstbell rings.Almost. We've Accomplished this amazing feat twice.
We discover a lot whilke we are touching walls. We talk a lot while we are doing it, but sometimes we juststop talking and enjoy this comfotable silence we can have. That's then thing about nerds. Normal people are uncomfortable with not talking oir change or doing something out of the ordinary. Nerds are fine with it as long as it doesn't require to expose ourselves or bring attention to ourselves. We also occasionally comment onhow exciting we are.
We used to walk and touch all-- or try to touch all the walls, but now that we've done it twice, we walked back and forth in our favcorite hall. It has red lockers instead of burgandy and is less populatedthan most halls. After we got tired of that we sat. And that's what we do now, we sit, in our favorite hall. There is a great satisfaction and pride in accomplishing something. Whether it be winning a Nobel prize or something as simple as touching walls in the morning.
Gym Walls
You need to know that there are the types of walls. Morning walls and gym walls. Morning Walls are in the morning. Gym walls are in 6th period right after first lunch. This is how it is: Shawn and I walk into the locker rooms and go down to the very last row of lockers. We get dressed and thengo in the gym to wait for roll call. There are two doors across from eachother at the far end of the gym. We walk between them. Over and over and over and over again, and sometimes we get creative and walk backwards. Yes, we're cool.
Now scince a lot has happened in the gym I'm going to break it up in parts. The first part will be gym walls Part I.
Now, normal people have entertaining things to do whle they're waiting for class: they talk to their friends, text on their phones, clean up some drama or other. It's very diffrent for nerds or at least the nerds I know. We don't do any of that stuff, instead we walk. Yes, that's all we do. We walk. But while wewalk we had a goal: to touch all of the walls at the end of the hallways before the first bell rings. They're not really walls though. They're glass doors that you can exit the school with, but they're walls to us. There are six of them and they're almost impossib;letot ouch before the firstbell rings.Almost. We've Accomplished this amazing feat twice.
We discover a lot whilke we are touching walls. We talk a lot while we are doing it, but sometimes we juststop talking and enjoy this comfotable silence we can have. That's then thing about nerds. Normal people are uncomfortable with not talking oir change or doing something out of the ordinary. Nerds are fine with it as long as it doesn't require to expose ourselves or bring attention to ourselves. We also occasionally comment onhow exciting we are.
We used to walk and touch all-- or try to touch all the walls, but now that we've done it twice, we walked back and forth in our favcorite hall. It has red lockers instead of burgandy and is less populatedthan most halls. After we got tired of that we sat. And that's what we do now, we sit, in our favorite hall. There is a great satisfaction and pride in accomplishing something. Whether it be winning a Nobel prize or something as simple as touching walls in the morning.
Gym Walls
You need to know that there are the types of walls. Morning walls and gym walls. Morning Walls are in the morning. Gym walls are in 6th period right after first lunch. This is how it is: Shawn and I walk into the locker rooms and go down to the very last row of lockers. We get dressed and thengo in the gym to wait for roll call. There are two doors across from eachother at the far end of the gym. We walk between them. Over and over and over and over again, and sometimes we get creative and walk backwards. Yes, we're cool.
Now scince a lot has happened in the gym I'm going to break it up in parts. The first part will be gym walls Part I.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
The TP
This is a script Shawn and I wrote. It's a Parody off of Twilight. We called it the TP. So here it is( By the way this does not mean we are anti-twilight. We like Twilight. It was a great book, except we like to make fun of things we like which is why this is so funny, and why we did it in the first place).
Title comes onto screen with Ams playing “Bella’s Lullaby” in the background. Credits. Screen goes black then comes onto scene with Bella eating breakfast with Charlie. Music dims.)
Title comes onto screen with Ams playing “Bella’s Lullaby” in the background. Credits. Screen goes black then comes onto scene with Bella eating breakfast with Charlie. Music dims.)
Charlie: Are you excited for school Bella?
Bella: No. (automatically)
Charlie: Oh. (pause) What about the boys?
Bella: No.
Charlie: Oh. (pause) What about-
Bella: Dad, I’m not excited for school in anyway.
Charlie: Oh. (pause) Well- (a phone rings and he pulls out a black slim cell phone) Hello? (ringing continues) Hello? HELLO!!!! (Bella pulls out a flashing pink cell phone covered in rhinestones)
Bella: (in bored tone) Dad, it’s this one.
Charlie: Oh (takes the phone) Hello? Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Huh! I’ll be right there! (puts down the phone and then rips off his shirt to reveal a superman costume.) Ok honey, don’t forget you backpack, brush your teeth, get dressed, there’s cookies in your lunch, don’t forget your truck-
Bella: (groan) Dad, I’ve done this before.
Charlie: Oh, right. Forgot. Short term memory loss. Well, duty calls. (stomps feet and stretches hands out. Nothing happens. Charlie clears his throat) Duty calls. (stomp feet again. Nothing happens.) I think my boots are broken. Well, guess I’ll have to walk. (slouches off)
Bella: (sighs) There he goes again. (Blackout)
Scene two
(Bella enters school. Everyone stares at her for ten seconds then go back to conversations. Bella walks to her locker. Camera goes to Edward. Camera to his feet. Slowly zooms out.. Image: a little rubber devil with an Ipod and speakers playing Phantom of the Opera music)
Edward: Oh, sorry. (turns music off. Puts speakers down and takes out a stick/fork. A fat boy walks by and Edward grabs his pants to smell them.) Phew! (plugs his nose and turns away. Come over to his locker which is right next to Bella’s and puts his stick down next to her feet. Tries to reach locker but cant. Picks up stick and slowly looks up to Bella. Bella looks down. Edward sniffs loudly and slaps hand over mouth.)
Edward: (quietly) Don’t eat her, don’t eat her, don’t eat her. (He looks down at her legs and grabs her pants and starts to sniff but Bella slaps him away and runs off screaming. Edward shrugs and starts poking his locker with his stick again.)
Scene three
(Cullens sitting at lunch table with only their eyes and foreheads showing. Bella and friends sitting at separate lunch table. Bella is staring at Edward.)
Bella: He is the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen!
Jessica: I know! Isn’t he? That’s Edward Cullen! He’s gorgeous of course but, don’t waste your time on him! He doesn’t date. (While she is talking she is putting lip-gloss on. She always does this. 24/7)
Bella: Really? Neither do I! We should go out sometime!
Jessica: Wait! You . . . me . . . out?
Bella: (dreamily) No! Me and Edward! (Jessica waves a hand in her face but she doesn’t respond)
Bella: Anyway, what were you saying? (Jessica roles her eyes)
Scene four
(Biology Class)
(Bella walks into class)
Bella: Hi, I’m the new kid.
Teacher: Okay. Sit right there. (Points to the neighboring desk of Edward’s. Bella sits down. Edward stares blankly ahead and starts making mewing noises. Bella looks at him in bewilderment. The girl behind her pokes her)
Girl #1: Don’t mind him. He does this every day.
Bella: What is he doing?
Girl #1: He’s experimenting with his voice.
Edward: AAAAAHH! (cuts short. Looks at Bella. Then continues) AAAAAHHHH!!!!!
Bella: How does he do that?
Edward: My voice hasn’t matured yet. AAAAHHHH!!!!!! (cuts short again and pulls out his pitchfork, puts some chocolate on it and offers some o Bella)
Edward: (high pitched) Want some?
Bella: (thinks for a moment) I’m on a fat free diet. (Edward pulls it off and puts on another one that says FAT FREE and pushes it toward Bella)
Bella: I’m allergic. (Edward shrugs, unwraps the wrapper and sticks it in his mouth. You hear a popping sound and Edward’s face is blown out and pink)
Bella: *gasp*
Edward: I forgot. I’m allergic too. (You hear a sound like a balloon letting the air out and Edward’s face deflates. He rips off the skin) Sorry, I shed a lot.
(Bella turns her attention back to her paper. Edward starts to look desperate. He looks around and finds a shiny pencil on the floor. He picks it up and stretches out his hand and waves it in her face)
Bella: No thanks.
(Edward looks mad and stands up - which help improve his height – when right at that moment, Frankenstein runs in with a doll in hand.)
Frank: (yelling) ITS ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!! IT’S ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (He shakes Bella and yells it again and then leaves. Everybody acts as if nothing happened. Edward grabs Bella by the hand and pulls her out the door they go down the hallway. And he stops at the door, says some fumble jumble and opens the door onto an eerie black lake. He and Bella get into a boat.)
Edward: You will row. I will supervise. (Edward starts jumping up and down up and down) Are we moving? Faster! Fine, I’m turning on the motor. AAAAAAAAAA!!! Too fast! (They arrive and get out. They walk up to a door and this time Bella opens it)
Scene five
(6 devils on knees in praying motion up and down saying)
6 Devils: Praise the stick! (Bella stares at them for a while and than looks down at Edward)
Edward: Rubber Devil Religion (gesturing at the devils. Bella starts to feel comfortable and toes into the kitchen, grabs some cereal and a bowl and some milk)
Bella: Now, where are the spoons? (Opens a cupboard filled with forks and knives. Edward walks in looking bored) Good thing I carry an extra spoon!
Edward: *gasp* IT’S A SPOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Whole family comes running in and gasps too. Bella looks at the spoon and sees her advantage)
Bella: Back off or I’ll kill you all! (Evil laugh. Edward comes up and slaps the spoon out of her hand and drags her outside. Black out!)
Scene six
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Josh/Stalking
Josh/Stalking
We became the first official stalkers. It was amazing, the way it happened. It was almost an accident. And you're probably confused. Let me explain. It wasn't our fault, it really wasn't. I mean he started it. Really.
we were sitting at lunch one day, minding our own business when Shawn nudged me.
"What?" I said through a mouthful of fries (yes I remember the fries vividly because they were orange. I know orange, right?).
“That kid is staring at me,” she told me.
“Where?!” I almost shouted as I twisted my head to see. She smacked my head down.
“Shhh. We have to act nonchalance.” She picked up a fry and casually pointed to someone in front of her. I followed her direction and then saw him. HIM. The first thing I noticed was that the was short. Not kind of short, but smaller than MIDGET short. The second was that he had The
HUGEST EYES EVER!
They were big and blue and they were staring right at us.
I immediately dropped my gaze.
“Freaky,” I told her.
“I know.” Shawn answered.
“You know,” I began studying him, “I don't think he's staring at us.”
“Yeah,” Shawn said, “I think he's just thinking.” Yes. It did seem like that. He kind of had a glazed look, and was eating very slowly.
“Let's call him 'Boy With Big Eyes',” I said.
“Okay,” said Shawn because she's cool that way. And from then on we stalked him. He was such an interesting little boy that our curiosity was burning like an oil fire on a wooden house. We followed him at lunch. We stalked him in the morning where we thought he was being bullied. Except we didn't know if he was being bullied or he was just playing around with his friends because he didn't show any expression on his face when he was being bullied/playing around . Since we didn't know, we didn't interfere, but I've been thinking of putting his name in the buddy box.
We obsessed over him. The first time we heard him talk he said “What is he doing?” His voice was high pitched just like Shawn predicted. I was kind of hoping he'd have this low manly voice. But it was nothing compared to the time we learned his name. Because it was a chain reaction of good creative things.
We became the first official stalkers. It was amazing, the way it happened. It was almost an accident. And you're probably confused. Let me explain. It wasn't our fault, it really wasn't. I mean he started it. Really.
we were sitting at lunch one day, minding our own business when Shawn nudged me.
"What?" I said through a mouthful of fries (yes I remember the fries vividly because they were orange. I know orange, right?).
“That kid is staring at me,” she told me.
“Where?!” I almost shouted as I twisted my head to see. She smacked my head down.
“Shhh. We have to act nonchalance.” She picked up a fry and casually pointed to someone in front of her. I followed her direction and then saw him. HIM. The first thing I noticed was that the was short. Not kind of short, but smaller than MIDGET short. The second was that he had The
HUGEST EYES EVER!
They were big and blue and they were staring right at us.
I immediately dropped my gaze.
“Freaky,” I told her.
“I know.” Shawn answered.
“You know,” I began studying him, “I don't think he's staring at us.”
“Yeah,” Shawn said, “I think he's just thinking.” Yes. It did seem like that. He kind of had a glazed look, and was eating very slowly.
“Let's call him 'Boy With Big Eyes',” I said.
“Okay,” said Shawn because she's cool that way. And from then on we stalked him. He was such an interesting little boy that our curiosity was burning like an oil fire on a wooden house. We followed him at lunch. We stalked him in the morning where we thought he was being bullied. Except we didn't know if he was being bullied or he was just playing around with his friends because he didn't show any expression on his face when he was being bullied/playing around . Since we didn't know, we didn't interfere, but I've been thinking of putting his name in the buddy box.
We obsessed over him. The first time we heard him talk he said “What is he doing?” His voice was high pitched just like Shawn predicted. I was kind of hoping he'd have this low manly voice. But it was nothing compared to the time we learned his name. Because it was a chain reaction of good creative things.
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