MY GIRL Page #6

Shelly notices Vada reading the book

SHELLY:

Oh! You shouldn't be looking at that, it's a

little too old for you.

She takes the book away from her

VADA:

Did you read ALL these books?

SHELLY:

Uh huh.

VADA:

What are they about?

SHELLY:

Mostly love, and romance.

THOMAS J:

Eeeeuuuww, gross.

SHELLY:

They're just fun to read.

Shelly hands the soda around

Here, cheers.

Everybody takes a mouthful of drink

VADA:

Are you married?

SHELLY:

No, I'm divorced.

VADA:

Daddy said it's bad when people get divorced.

SHELLY:

Well, sometimes married people just find out

they can't live with each other.

THOMAS J:

Mine aren't divorced.

Thomas J gets up and reaches for the cookie jar

Shelly, can I have a cookie?

SHELLY:

With bottle of soda in mouth

Hmmmph gurgle gurgle...

Thomas pulls out a few bank notes of largish denomination

THOMAS J:

Hey, where are all the cookies??

Vada sees the money and the expression on her face shows

she has an idea

SHELLY:

Well, I guess you found my secret hiding

place.

THOMAS J:

What are you saving for?

SHELLY:

Nothing in particular, just putting it away

for a rainy day.

Cuckoo clock goes "Cuckoo." Lunch time, 12 o'clock

THOMAS J:

I'm supposed to be home at noon for lunch,

thanks Shelly.

Thomas J leaves

SHELLY:

Bye. Well Miss Vada, what d'you say we head

back?

VADA:

Can I use your bathroom first?

SHELLY:

Sure.

VADA:

You don't have to wait, daddy'll be mad if

you're late.

SHELLY:

Okay.

Shelly exits and Vada enters toilet with a VERY guilty look

on her face

SUMMER WRITING CLASS, FOCUS ON MR. BIXLER

MR. BIXLER

The great way, is not difficult for those

with no preferences, with the absence of both

love and hate, everything becomes clear and

undisguised. That was written by a Chinese

Philosopher in the year 600. Now why would I

choose to bring that up in a creative writing

class? Because, the absence of judgment helps

us to appreciate reality. In other words, I

want you to listen to your classmates writing,

with a clear and open heart, okay? So who's

gonna go first?

GUY:

I got one.

He gets up

I sang a song for you to hear, I painted a

picture for you to see, I picked a rose for

you to smell, I planted grass for you to

touch, But you did not hear my song, You did

not see my picture, You did not smell my rose

and YOU did not touch my grass.

Woman

Maybe she was outta town?

GUY#2

That's not funny, his poem is about futility,

we toil in unrewarded obscurity.

MR. BIXLER

Now, I hear judgment, let's not forget the

part about the open heart...

The door at the back of the room opens and Vada enters

holding a writing pad and pen looking nervous

Vada, is there, something I can do for you?

VADA:

(very nervous)

I paid the money.

MR. BIXLER

For this class?

VADA:

Uh huh, I wanna be a writer.

MR. BIXLER

Vada, this is an adult writing class.

JUSTIN:

Hey, I think it's real beautiful. She want's

to be a writer.

MR. BIXLER

Vada, you sure you wanna do this?

Vada nods her head

MR. BIXLER

Welcome to the class, go find a seat.

The class applauds

Okay ahh, who's next?

RONDA:

I experienced something with my boyfriend the

other day, and I wrote a few words down.

MR. BIXLER

The floor's yours Ronda.

RONDA:

He covers me like a blanket, from the cold,

dark night, As I look into his eyes, I know

it's right, To touch, To feel, I know he's

real, Flesh all a mush, Flesh ALL a mush, I

can't fight it, There's no point, I wake up in

Lighter joint.

Several looks glance around the room. Vada raises her hand

MR. BIXLER

Uhhh, va, uhh, Vada.

VADA:

I wrote a poem too.

MR. BIXLER

Please.

VADA:

Loads of ice-cream by Vada Sultenfuss

I like ice-cream a whole lot, It tastes good

when days are hot, On a cone or in a dish,

This would be my only wish, Vanilla, chocolate

or rocky road, Even with pie a la mode.

That's all I got so far.

JUSTIN:

I hear that Vada, Flesh all a Mush or Rocky

Road, it's about desire.

MR. BIXLER

Vada that's... It's very sweet, and it rhymes

and that's also good but, you're not

expressing to me what's in your soul. I want

you to show me how you see the world, your

fears, your desires, your innermost secrets.

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