The Diary of a Teenage Girl Page #3

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MINNIE:

That doesn’t hurt?

MONROE:

You can’t hurt me. Go ahead.

MINNIE:

I’m gonna bite you so f***ing hard.

She bites it even harder, as hard as she can.

MONROE:

I don’t even feel it.

MINNIE:

You’re drunk.

MONROE:

I’m just really strong.

She bites his finger. He likes it. He thinks about touching

her face. She breathes in, wanting him to. He flicks her

nose. He sits back down.

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MINNIE:

You’re far away.

MONROE:

(quietly)

You just gave me a hard-on.

MINNIE:

I did?

She peers over the table to see.

MONROE:

Yeah, I’m hard.

Minnie might laugh but instead she moves closer.

Glancing around, Monroe takes Minnie’s hand and puts it down

his pants. Minnie feels it, interested like it’s a science

experiment.

MINNIE (V.O.)

It didn’t feel too hard to me. It

had soft skin. I don't know what I

expected exactly but I guess flesh

can never be really hard, like wood

or Formica.

Monroe moans quietly, Minnie smiles.

MINNIE:

I want you to f*** me.

MINNIE (V.O.)

I didn’t even know if I was serious

or not, but it was funny and I was

drunk.

Monroe removes her hand.

MONROE:

You’re sh*t-faced. I gotta get you

back to your goddmamn mother.

But he doesn’t move away, if anything he pulls her closer,

searching her eyes.

MONROE (CONT’D)

I can’t believe you want me to f***

you. Do you really want me to f***

you?

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MINNIE:

(playfully)

None of your f***ing business.

It’s like a game of chicken, neither will look away. Even in

this moment, there is nothing threatening about Monroe.

MONROE:

You really do want me to f*** you,

don’t you? You really f***ing want

me to f***ing f*** you.

Minnie stares up at Monroe’s face, smiling.

MINNIE (V.O.)

I didn’t know whether I wanted him

or anyone else to f*** me but I was

afraid to pass up the chance

because I may never get another.

15 I/E. MONROE’S CAR - PARKING LOT -LATER 15

Minnie and Monroe get into the car, unsure of what’s next.

They stare straight ahead. Then they go for it. He kisses

her, for a long time, sliding his hand between her legs.

Music crescendos.

CUT TO:

16 INT. MINNIE’S HOUSE - BATHROOM - LATER THAT NIGHT 16

Minnie is in the bathtub, staring at the ceiling, where

shadows from the street dance. She touches her lips and

mouth, which are raw and red from Monroe’s stubble.

MINNIE (V.O.)

It tasted like heated wine - hot

and sticky and the inside of his

mouth was all smooth. I tried

giving him a blow-job in the car

and he put his hand in me, and

touched my tits. He said he wanted

to f*** me, but he said we can’t

tonight.

MINNIE:

(every emotion)

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.

Minnie dips her head back in the water, letting her hair wash

all around her.

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MINNIE (V.O.)

Sometimes the feeling of water

rushing through my hair makes me

feel so beautiful. Like a mermaid

waiting to be rescued from the

depths of the sea.

Minnie enjoys this feeling, and then suddenly opens her eyes

with a start:

MINNIE (V.O.)

Is this what it feels like for

someone to love you? He could have

anyone and he wants me. He sees me.

I feel different today. I never

want to go back.

17 EXT. STREET - MORNING 17

Minnie waits on the corner of Jackson and Scott, anxious. A

MAN WITH A BUSHY MUSTACHE, and tight bell-bottoms whistles at

her. Monroe pulls up, and she gets into his beat-up car,

flipping off the stranger with a smile.

MONROE:

You gonna get in trouble for

skipping school?

Minnie shakes her head, smiling.

MONROE (CONT’D)

You feel like sandwiches?

Minnie nods. They drive off.

18 INT. MONROE’S APARTMENT - MOMENTS LATER 18

Monroe and Minnie fall into the small bachelor apartment

making out, barely closing the door behind them. Monroe lifts

Minnie up onto the bed. He gets on top of Minnie, kissing her

and unbuttons her pants. Minnie is scared but excited.

Minutes later, Minnie and Monroe lie silently side-by-side on

the bed. They both have their shirts and jackets on still,

and are naked just from the waist down. Minnie traces an X on

Monroe’s leg in blood. He shakes his head in disbelief.

MINNIE:

What?

MONROE:

I didn’t know you were a virgin.

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He shakes it off. Minnie closes her eyes, peaceful.

MONROE (CONT’D)

You look good, you know? Nice.

MINNIE:

I do?

Minnie reaches for her backpack and pulls out her Polaroid

camera.

MINNIE (CONT’D)

Will you take my picture?

She lies back down, resuming her position.

MONROE:

What?

MINNIE:

Please? I just want to see.

He snaps the picture, against his better judgement. Minnie

points the camera toward Monroe, but he grabs it out of her

hand.

MONROE:

Nah, nah, nah. Are you crazy?

Minnie gives in, shaking her picture in her hand.

MONROE (CONT’D)

You better not show that picture to

anyone.

CLOSE ON the photograph of Minnie, still and beautiful.

MINNIE:

You can’t even see where I am.

Outside, life continues. School lets out, transvestites turn

tricks, the city lives.

END FLASHBACK:

19 INT. MINNIE’S HOUSE - BEDROOM - DAY 19

We are back where we started, Minnie’s first Diary entry.

Minnie sits with her tape recorder now on the floor.

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MINNIE:

...That was about an hour ago and I

can’t believe I’ve now actually

said it out loud. I’m pretty sure

this makes me officially an adult.

Right?

She picks at the dried blood on her finger.

MINNIE (CONT’D)

I’m going to continue recording

this diary with the intention of

making entries each and every day

as honestly and as sincerely as is

possible for me to do.

She presses stop, pleased. She pulls out the picture that

Monroe took of her after her first time and examines it. She

looks relaxed and beautiful.

20 INT. MINNIE’S HOUSE - KITCHEN/HALLWAY - ANOTHER EVENING 20

Minnie is sitting at the kitchen table drawing a picture of

herself when the doorbell rings. She jumps up.

As Minnie heads for the door, Gretel comes out of her room.

GRETEL:

I’ll get it.

Minnie slams Gretel’s door in her face.

MINNIE:

I got it.

Gretel whines. Minnie opens the front door.

MONROE:

(shyly)

Hey.

MINNIE:

(shyly)

Hey.

There is a tense pause. They stare at each other. Monroe

seems like a teenager who doesn’t know what to say.

MONROE:

Your mom here?

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MINNIE:

No.

(then, jealous)

Why? Did you come to see her?

MONROE:

No.

MINNIE:

Oh.

Monroe enters sheepishly, punches Minnie’s shoulder

playfully.

MONROE:

I came to see you, silly.

Minnie punches Monroe on his arm, hard.

MONROE (CONT’D)

Ow. Sh*t. You got a good arm. You

wanna box?

MINNIE:

Yeah.

They put up their dukes and start circling each other,

jabbing and kicking.

MONROE:

What were you doing before I got

here?

Monroe reaches out and grabs Minnie’s tit.

MONROE (CONT’D)

Thinkin’ about me?

Minnie punches him again.

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