Precious: Based On The Novel Push By Sapphire

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My name is Claireece "Precious" Jones.

I wish l had a Iight-skinned boyfrIend

with real nice hair.

And l wanna be on the cover of a magazine.

But first, l wanna be

in one of them BET videos.

Momma said l can 't dance.

Plus, she said, who wants

to see my big ass dancing, anyhow?

Well , if there's no volunteers,

then l'm going to have to call people.

Okay, Leticia, you got number one. Leticia!

Jess Wesley, n umber two.

l like math. l don 't say nothing.

l don 't open my book, even. I just sit there.

-You down?

-N u mber six.

Every day I tell myself

something's gonna happen.

l'm. . . l'm dead serious.

Like, l'm gonna break through.

Or somebody's gonna break through to me.

l'm gonna be normal

and pay attention,

and sit ln the front of the cIass.

Distributive principles. . .

Someday.

. . .are principles that

you can do in your head.

I like Mr. Wicher.

l pretend he my husband

and we live someplace IIke Westchester.

Look at him. He like me, too, l know it.

l can teIl by his eyes.

He aIways looking at me and smiIing at me.

Boys! Boys ! Boys!

l'm not you r f***ing boy!

You're disrupting the class.

Yeah, well, l'm talking now,

so you listen.

Shut the f*** up ! l'm trying to listen !

Mr. WIcher know l got his back.

One twenty-two.

Why are we barking , Jess?

Monday's assignment.

l'm assumi ng everybody did it.

-No.

-No.

Please. . . Quiet. Precious, get your things.

l have. . . Come here for a second.

Now this sh*t.

ls there anybody

who didn't do their homework?

Why? These aren't requests.

These are requirements. Okay?

You have to go to the principal's office.

Go to the principal's office!

All right, that's enoug h . That's enough.

No, he's not allowed on campus.

Where was he seen?

Could you get Mr. Tork from Room 25,

tell him to go to Room 1 6 right away?

Thank you .

No. He was seen on the second floor.

Yes. Thank you.

Send Claireece in here!

She's ready for you now.

Mr. Taylor? Ms. Lichenstein.

Come in.

Matthew Will iams, second floor.

ln front of his locker.

Yes. Suspended last week.

Yeah.

Yes, absolutely. Thank you.

Hello, Claireece.

Are you pregnant?

You're 1 6. You're still in junior h igh school,

and you're pregnant with you r second child.

ls that correct, Claireece?

Are you pregnant again?

What happened, Claireece?

l had sex, Ms. Lichenstein.

Do you have any other thoughts

about your situation , Claireece?

Claireece?

Am I in trouble?

Thank you. I gotta get back to math.

Sit down , Claireece. Sit down right now.

We should have a parent-teacher's

conference with you, me and your mother.

My mother's busy.

All right. Well then,

how about if l come to your house?

lf l were you , l wouldn't.

l . . . l'm going to have to suspend you.

That ai n't fai r! l didn't do nothing !

l do my work!

My grades is good !

ls something going on at home?

lf something's going on at home,

l want you to tell me right now.

You get my cigarettes?

No, they didn't have it.

l played the number, though.

l cou ldn't box it.

Yes. Yeah.

Right there. Yeah . Daddy loves you.

Precious, what did you think of the fil m?

l thought it was fabulous.

-What's next for you?

-What?

-How are you feeling?

-l feel great!

J ust one more, just one more, quick!

l love you , too!

You know I love you !

Hey, boo!

l ain't gonna say it no more.

The door was open, so l let myself in.

Well, there goes my chance

to teII you l'm not home.

Now, Mary, this is important.

Now, come on, Mary,

she'll have a great time.

I'd enroll myself, but l became ineligibIe

for teen pageants a few days ago.

Yeah, l see your acne's cleared up.

You know, this pageant can do Brenda

a world of good, Mary.

And the man In charge, he's tops

in his fieId. A brilliant promoter.

How long have you two been dating?

A dance teacher.

Tel l them a**holes to stop ringing my bell.

I hate crackheads.

No one ever ring this bell

ex cept for crackheads.

Why they f***ing wIth us?

Stop ringing the goddamn buzzers,

motherfuckers!

Give the ghetto a bad name.

Stop ringing the goddamn buzzer!

Stop it!

Stop it!

press ''listen ,'' stupid.

lt's Sandra Lichenstein

for Claireece and Ms. Mary Johnston.

Who is that, Precious?

White b*tch from school.

What do you want?

Claireece, l want to talk to you

about your education .

Eighty-six that b*tch.

My mother don 't wanna get cut off weIfare.

And that's just what this visit

gonna result in.

Ms. Lichenstein , get out of here

before l kick your ass.

All right, Claireece, l spoke to Mr. Wicher,

and he toId me

that you're one of his best math students.

lf your fat ass don't get

that b*tch away from here. . .

...like a, like a potential for math.

So l called Mrs. McKnight

from Higher EducatIon Alternative

Each One Teach One.

It's an alternative school.

Claireece, are you listeni ng to me?

Yeah.

Okay. Mrs. McKnight. Each One Teach One.

lt's located at the 1 1 th floor,

Hotel Theresa, 1 25th Street.

-Get rid of that b*tch .

-The semester started a few days ago,

so you're not too late.

Eleventh floor.

l heard you the first time.

Okay.

I don 't know what an alternative school is,

but l feel l wanna know.

My heart is aII warm inside.

Mr. WIcher think I'm a good student.

I knew that he liked me.

School ai n't gon na help none!

Take your ass down to the welfare.

Who the f*** she think she is?

So I guess you th ink you cute now, right?

Uppity b*tch.

You should have kept

your f***ing mouth shut.

Just 'cause he gon na give you

more children than he give me,

you think you something fucki ng special?

F*** you and f*** him !

Precious!

Precious! Precious!

Get down here, b*tch !

You brought that white b*tch u p

in my house !

You . . .

Why would you bring that b*tch up in here?

l didn't bring her here.

Well, why the f*** did she ri ng my buzzer?

l can't hear you, Precious.

Since you got

so much motherfucking mouth,

and you gonna bring a b*tch u p

in my house,

why would that b*tch ring

my goddamn buzzer?

l didn't tell her to come here.

See, l think right now, you feeling

like you're becoming a grown woman.

'Cause of that sh*t you pu lled

in the kitchen .

l should've f***ed you up,

but l let you walk away,

and l let you come get yourself together.

But, b*tch, l'm gonna let you know

if you ever pull that sh*t on me again,

that will be your last

motherfucking day standing,

l promise you that.

You gonna send a white b*tch

to my motherfucking buzzer?

Tal king about some higher education?

You're a dummy, b*tch,

you will never know sh*t.

Don't nobody want you.

Don't nobody need you.

You done f***ed around

and f***ed my motherfucking man

and had two motherfucking children,

and one of them is a goddamn animal,

running around,

looking crazy as a motherf***er.

B*tch, you know what?

See, I think you. . . l think you're trying me.

l think you're real ly tryi ng to f*** with me.

You're fucki ng with my money.

And you're gonna stand u p there

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