Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen

Goodbye, sweetheart!

T ake good care of yourself.

Oh, Mummy, you forgot this.

Angel!

I worry so

about you living alone.

Oh, Mother, it's adorable

of you to be so concerned,

but I'm perfectly capable

of taking care of myself, dear.

Come on, girls.

Goodbye, my chicken.

Yes, I'm free!

I can live in New York

on my own.

I can do whatever I want!

Yay!

Yes!

I was born and nurtured

in New York,

the center of the universe.

Unfortunately, my mother is

moving me to another planet.

New Jersey.

Is it any wonder

that I couldn't face reality?

Can anyone blame me

for dreaming

that she was leaving me behind

in my beloved city?

Mary!

Mary, let's go!

Goodbye, childhood home.

Goodbye, intellectual

and spiritual stimulation.

Goodbye, Broadway.

Mary, please.

Don't be such a drama queen.

Lola!

My name from

this day forward is Lola.

I've known since I was 5 years

old that my true name is Lola.

You were named Mary.

It is the name

on your birth certificate.

It is the name

that I am going to call you.

In my family, I am a flamingo

in a flock of pigeons.

Goodbye, New York.

Goodbye, any chance of becoming

a famous actress.

Your parents tell you

to have hopes and dreams.

And then they move you

to New Jersey.

It makes no sense.

Welcome to Deadwood.

Is she allowed to say that?

Come on.

Hurry, hurry.

Let's see the new house.

Come on.

Oh, Mom.

It's just grass.

But it's all over the place.

The sun porch is my bedroom.

Ordinariness

isn't the only thing

I have to fight against

in my house.

Gross injustice is another.

The only person I can turn to

is Stu Wolff,

the greatest poet

since Shakespeare

and the lead singer

of Sidarthur.

He'd see me through

my dark suburban days.

In the city, I took two subways

and a bus to get to school.

It amazes me

that I can get to school

without it costing $1.50.

Dellwood High.

I shall be a bird in a cage

with a good school district.

However, there is absolutely

no point in being negative

about things

you just can't change.

I look upon my new town

as an empty stage

to which I'm allowed to bring

my own script.

In my heart, I feel that

a legend is about to be born.

That legend would be me.

Hello.

Hey.

I'm Lola Steppe.

I'm from New York, originally.

Ella Gerard.

I'm from right here, originally.

Well, hi.

Hi.

Hi!

Hi.

Have you ever seen

Sidarthur in person?

No, but I think Stu Wolff

is the greatest poet

since Shakespeare.

I do, too.

I have every CD they ever made.

-You do?

-Yeah!

And that's Stu Wolff dancing.

I've downloaded

some great shots of him.

Here he is at the Grammys.

This is where he lives.

This is the dress that I'm gonna

wear when we get married.

This is him getting

into his limo.

That black spot right there

is his head.

What a wonderful

black spot it is.

Hi.

Carla Santini.

Sidarthur.

My father is Stu Wolff's lawyer.

Really?

Your dad must have been in the

same room as him and everything.

Many times.

Aren't you the girl who just

moved into the Swenska house?

Well, I'm Lola Steppe.

I didn't know our home

had a name.

Is that supposed to be that

famous New York sense of humor?

New Yorkers learn

to laugh at themselves

and everything else

when they're very young.

My parents took me to New York

for my birthday.

I thought it was beautiful.

The lights and everything.

I know why they call it

the greatest city in the world.

Ella Gerard, you are

the sister of my soul!

You should see Park Avenue

at Christmas.

It's like walking

through the Milky Way.

Except nobody gets mugged

in the Milky Way.

We'll take our seats now.

Miss Baggoli?

Yes?

We have a new girl

from New York City.

We do.

Miss Steppe.

Miss Steppe.

Miss Baggoli, I know it must

show on your records

that my name is Mary,

but everyone has referred

to me as Lola

since I was a squealing infant

in my mother's arms.

I don't even know

who this Mary is.

I like that name.

Lola.

Lola.

This is Lola.

Lola, you should know

that you're sitting in my

favorite seat in history class.

I like to be dead center.

Me too, and I didn't think

we had anything in common.

I've earned the center seat.

Besides, if you want to fit in,

you probably shouldn't

draw attention to yourself.

In case you haven't noticed,

I like the attention.

Chill.

Also, I wouldn't hang out

with Ella "Never Had a Fella."

She doesn't really have your

potential, now, does she?

Look at her.

She dresses like

a politician's wife

with the hair and the shoes.

She's so random.

And what about those glasses?

They are so 10 minutes ago.

But I'm gonna stop myself

before I get nasty.

I want to let you know

that if you're careful,

you could be chilling with us.

Chilling with you is what

I've always dreamed of.

Hey, Ella, wait up!

Do you mind if I sit with you?

Oh, no, that's fine.

This is great.

When you eat outside in

New York, your food gets dirty.

So what's with

the Great Santini?

She's beautiful.

She's popular.

She's rich.

In kindergarten, she used to

bite the heads off dolls.

Ew.

Who's that guy smiling at us?

That's Sam.

Sam!

Sam, Lola.

Lola, Sam.

Hi.

Hey.

It's your first day here, right?

Yeah.

Well, it's good to meet you.

You too.

I'll see you later.

I couldn't possibly have

a boyfriend.

I mean, I have to focus

on my acting career.

After three weeks,

I'm getting used to

the rich part of town.

Gated, dull, Armani-ridden.

You know, I'm the kind of

riffraff they try to keep out.

When Stu Wolff sings,

"There's something in me

that always wants more.

More moons and stars

and music in the wind,"

it's as though

he's just talking to me.

I like Steve.

I bet Stu is hard

to get along with.

You can tell he's sort of moody.

Haunted.

All true geniuses are haunted.

It's part of what they have to

suffer for their art.

Popovers, ladies.

Wow.

This is just like eating

in a diner. Thank you.

Well, surely you have

popovers at home.

I just popped them

in the microwave.

My mother doesn't approve

of microwaves.

She has very strong opinions.

I've never heard

of anyone taking a stance

on an appliance before.

Why doesn't your mother like me?

She likes you.

She just thinks you're

a little strange.

I mean, you are, a little.

Lola!

Lola, I'm sorry!

It's really your mother

she thinks is strange.

My mom saw your mother

in the supermarket

wearing dirty overalls

with chopsticks in her hair

and arguing with the butcher.

It's not important.

Not important?

She's the woman

who gave me life.

Whose milk fed my fragile body.

Whose blood flows

through my veins.

Of course it's important.

My parents are square.

Neither of them is too happy

about the fact

that your mother has three

children and no husband.

Single motherhood

is a transitory state.

Karen used to be married.

It could happen again.

But I thought you said

you were a love child.

Well, I was a love child.

Mom and Dad were married

and passionately in love.

My parents were mad for each

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