Pariah Page #3
MATH TEACHER (CONT’D)
But the highest grade on the test
was a 98.
The math teacher puts Alike’s test on her desk and gives her
a little smile. Alike doesn’t smile back.
The lunch bell rings and the class is a tornado, clearing the
room in a rush of limbs, shouts, and backpacks. Alike jabs
her headphones into her ears and packs her bag very
deliberately, letting the eye of the storm pass over her
before heading toward the door.
16 INT. SCHOOL CAFETERIA - DAY 16
The cafeteria is a whirl of activity and social jockeying.
Clusters of girls and boys loud-talk, flirt, fight and
horseplay at tables and in tight little groups against the
walls. Alike walks alone, staying at the fringes of the crowd
and shrugs through the cafeteria line.
17 INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY - DAY 17
Alike flees the cafeteria, tray laden with rubbery cuisine of
dubious nutritional value. She raps on the door of a
classroom and slips in.
MRS. ALVARADO (O.S.)
Hey there!
13.
18 INT. AP ENGLISH CLASSROOM - DAY 18
ALIKE:
Hey!
MRS. ALVARADO, a middle aged Californian ex-hippie type
reclines with her feet on her desk, munching on celery sticks
and sunflower seed paste. Her small desk radio plays
alternative rock. Sun beams into the empty classroom and
Alike squints as she yanks the headphones out of her ears and
pulls up a chair next to her desk.
MRS. ALVARADO
Whaddja bring me?
ALIKE:
Nothin’ you can eat.
MRS. ALVARADO
You shouldn’t be eatin’ that crap,
either.
ALIKE:
(over a mouthful of pizza)
I know.
MRS. ALVARADO
Sooo, where’s the new stuff?
Alike hands over her purple and white composition book. Mrs.
Alvarado thumbs the pages, reading silently.
MRS. ALVARADO
Hmmm.
ALIKE:
Did you see the one in the back?
Mrs. Alvarado flips to the back of the book and her mouth
moves silently as she reads.
ALIKE (CONT’D)
I’ll probably do it in class.
Mrs. Alvarado hands the book back to Alike and digs in to
another celery stick.
ALIKE:
So?
MRS. ALVARADO
So what?
14.
ALIKE:
What do you think?
MRS. ALVARADO
They’re okay.
ALIKE:
Okay?
MRS. ALVARADO
They’re lovely. Of course your
descriptiveness and use of
alliteration is beautiful and all,
you know that. But...I don’t know.
Is it your best? No.
Alike frowns through the pages of the composition book.
ALIKE:
I thought it was good.
MRS. ALVARADO
It’s good. Not great.
Alike slumps back into her seat and considers the book’s
cover.
MRS. ALVARADO
I believe you can go deeper.
19 INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR - AFTERNOON 19
Audrey is a heat-seeking missile, whipping through the sparse
hallways of the trauma wing, her clipboard and pen in
constant motion. NURSES and AIDES scatter in her wake,
suddenly busying themselves with little bits of chore work to
avoid her caustic gaze. She barks at a cluster of CLERKS chitchatting
in the elevator bank and all but one manage to
AUDREY:
Oh, so your log is all up to date?
CLERK:
No I-
AUDREY:
And you’ve checked the round for
any calls?
CLERK:
Well I -
15.
AUDREY:
Do you even know which doctors are
on the floor?
CLERK:
No ma’am I-
AUDREY:
Then I suggest you get busy.
The clerk skitters off red-faced, and Audrey looks daggers
into her back before storming the break room.
20 INT. HOSPITAL BREAK ROOM - CONTINUOUS 20
Audrey whisks her lunch bag out of the fridge and heads
toward a table. A few lounging AIDES wad up their garbage and
flee the break room. Audrey settles down at the table and
pulls a fashion magazine from her work tote, pretending not
to be hurt. She peels open a cup of vanilla yogurt and begins
reading. A big red department store bag sits next to her work
tote. The television suspended over the table mumbles
corporate healthcare infomercials. MRS. SINGLETARY, one of
Audrey’s co-workers swoops in and plops a plastic grocery bag
MRS. SINGLETARY
Hey girl! Mind if I sit here?
AUDREY:
No, not at all. Help yourself.
MRS. SINGLETARY
Whatchu got there? You been
shopping?
AUDREY:
Oh, no. Just some yogurt. Some
vanilla yogurt.
MRS. SINGLETARY
No I meant in the bag. What do you
have in the shopping bag--the big
red thing?
AUDREY:
Oh I’m...I don’t know where my mind
is...Yeah, this is just uh--well
let me get your opinion.
Audrey’s steely exterior melts away and suddenly she is all
butterflies and giggles. She rifles through the bag and
hoists out a pink ribbed v-neck sweater.
16.
MRS. SINGLETARY
Oh that’s nice.
AUDREY:
Yeah see isn’t this cute?
MRS. SINGLETARY
Umm-hmm. That’s for your daughter?
AUDREY:
Yeah, this is for Alike.
MRS. SINGLETARY
The youngest one.
AUDREY:
No she’s the oldest one.
MRS. SINGLETARY
Oh, the other one. Okay.
AUDREY:
What, you think it’s too young?
MRS. SINGLETARY
No, no. For whatever reason the
youngest one popped in my mind
first. But I think it should be
fine. It’s really cute.
AUDREY:
Thank you.
MRS. SINGLETARY
It’ll compliment her figure.
AUDREY:
Now see that’s what I thought...
But Lee doesn’t like anything I
pick out for her anymore.
Mrs. Singletary takes a bite of her lunch and takes the
sweater from Audrey.
MRS. SINGLETARY
Girl, please. My oldest, 17 going
on 27 mind you, banned me from
buying her any more clothes. We
have two completely different
tastes. I just give her gift cards
now and trust me, we’re both
happier for it. Is it her birthday?
17.
Mrs. Singletary hands the sweater back to Audrey who smooths
it carefully back into the tissue paper.
AUDREY:
No, no. I just wanted to get her
something nice. You know.
Three ROWDY CO-WORKERS burst into the room chattering and
finger popping.
ROWDY CO-WORKER #1
Hey, Brenda!
ROWDY CO-WORKER #2 ROWDY CO-WORKER #3
Oooooh Audrey, you got me a What’chall in here talking
present? about?
AUDREY:
Well, no we-
MRS. SINGLETARY
None of yo’ damn business!!
The co-workers hoot in unison and descend upon the various
parts of the breakroom. Audrey shoves the sweater back in the
bag and nestles it between her feet. Somebody cranks on a
small radio and a frisky R&B beat invades the air. Mrs.
Singletary pats Audrey on the arm.
MRS. SINGLETARY
Let me know how it goes.
AUDREY:
Oh I will. I’ll call you when-
ROWDY CO-WORKER #3
Hey Bren’ this is what I was
telling you about!!
Co-worker #3 shoves a tabloid in Mrs. Singletary’s face,
tapping an angry orange fingernail in the middle of the page.
MRS. SINGLETARY
Is that her?!
ROWDY CO-WORKER #3 ROWDY CO-WORKER #2
Told you! Look how big she done got!
The center of the room shifts and Audrey is once again alone
at the fringes. She collects her shopping bag and looks
around to say goodbye, but no one notices her leave.
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