The Closet

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
Two unlikely students skip class and end up in the same room together. One just wanted to skip class, the other's agenda was far more than what the two of them had in store. At the end of the day the school bell will only ring for one.

Submitted: May 28, 2008

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Int. High School Day

(

Teenage boy dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, wearing glasses walks in the high school with a book bag over his shoulder. As the bell rings and students go to their classes he is seen opening a door labeled “spare closet.)

Int. Closet

(The room is bigger than a normal closet, some theater clothes were hung on the wall, a couple of boxes were scattered on the floor. The boy sits down near one of the boxes and takes his book bag off. He looks around and leans back on the wall as he closes his eyes.)

 

( Camera shifts into the darkness of the room and smoke can be seen coming into the light.)

Daniel:

(looks into the dark)

Who’s there?

Stranger:

What are you doing in skipping class Perkins?

Daniel:

(cleans glasses and puts them back on)

Andy?

 

(Stranger *Andy* comes into the light and sits down in front of Daniel smoking a cigarette.)

Andy:

(laughs)

I didn’t know you had it in you to skip class, don’t you make the Dean’s List every year or something?

Daniel:

Its no big deal, what are you doing in here? Don’t you get written up and thrown off the football team if you get caught skipping class?

Andy:

(shrugs)

Never been caught.

(Andy takes a look at Daniel, his hand on his book bag)

Daniel:

You guys think you are so funny, with all your jokes. My name is Daniel by the way not just “Perkins”.

Andy:

(looks at Daniel surprised.)

What are you talking about?

Daniel:

(lights up a cigarette out of his book bag, coughs, and puts it out in seconds)

You, all of them like you, think you guys are so much better than everyone else here. You mess with us, “nerds” or “Goths” or whatever like you guys are so much better. I think its people like you parents should be worried about.

Andy:

(Sits up a bit uncomfortable)

Look man, I never meant anything I said about you-its all just in fun anyways.

Daniel:

Oh and that’s some sort of apology for treating me like crap all these years? You can keep it. It’s the same all the time.

Andy:

Dude chill out, if you guys wouldn’t act so weird, we wouldn’t bother you so much you know? You kind of bring it out on yourselves. Look at me, no one makes fun of me.

( Pulls collar up)

Daniel:

(twists book bag strap around in circles)

Shut the hell up! Nothing is wrong with the way I look, or the way I act! Just because its not what you guys want doesn’t mean anything. I’d rather be myself than look and act like you. At least I don’t make people feel like shit at the end of the day, I know whatever I did that day has helped someone. What can you say at the end of the day…”Oh I skipped class”…”Oh I practiced football”…you make me sick.

I’m tired of it.

Andy:

(looks at Daniel, stunned.)

Okay, damn. I’ll leave you alone then.

Daniel:

(laughs)

It’s a little to late for that. I’ve been alone for a while now.

Andy:

Dude, lets just forget everything that ever happened and start over alright? I’ll leave you alone man, and everything will be fine.

(looks at Daniel pull something wrapped in a towel out of his book bag)

Alright man?

Daniel:

(looks at Andy and smiles a cold smile)

That’s the thing with people like you, forgetting things as if they never happened. I can’t forget anything…ever. It hurts to much.

But if it makes you feel better…

Andy:

(looks at Daniel as he slowly uncovers whatever is underneath the towel.)

I’m sorry man. I didn’t know we were that bad. Look we graduate next week Perkins-

(Daniel looks up and shoots an angry look towards Andy)

I mean Daniel. We graduate next week and it’ll be over. You can start over some where else right? Yeah?

Daniel:

(laughs and pulls gun out of towel and loads it.)

Start over, and do what the same thing? Come on, I see how it is. People like you are every where. And I’m so tired of people like you.

Andy:

(sits up and looks at the gun and back at Daniel)

Holy -dude what are you doing with that thing man?

Daniel:

Wow, I’ve grasped your attention already. That was really quick too. But don’t worry, I’m not going to shoot the school up or anything. I’m not that type of person. No this ones only got two bullets in it.

Andy:

(looks scared)

Daniel, please put it up. You don’t have to use it, its not like the movies you know. People do die from guns. I’m just saying…

Daniel:

I don’t need a lecture, I know what this baby can do. You look a little nervous Andy. Just relax, it’ll be over in a minute or two.

Andy:

(Looks at Daniel and the gun.)

Oh man please, I’m so sorry for anything I’ve ever said, I didn’t mean any of it-I swear. Please just put the damn gun up okay? We’ll leave here and I’ll make sure no one messes with you.

Daniel:

I don’t need a body guard but thanks. This little guys works about the same way wouldn’t you agree?

Andy::

(nods)

Dude…don’t do it.

Daniel:

(puts gun up to his head)

The first bullet is for me, the second is for you, if you want to use it. I mean, I’m sure you could still live after witnessing a suicide so you probably wont use it. But its there if you need it. I doubt you will.

It was a nice chat we had Andy, I enjoyed it very much. Tell your friends I won’t miss them when I’m gone. And one more thing…tell Mrs. Edwards that my essay is on her desk. It’ll be my last one.

Andy:

Shit man! Come on, stop! I’m sorry man!

Daniel:

Yeah, I’m sure.

 

INT. Hallway

(GUN SHOT IS FIRED AND IT ECHOS THROUGH THE HALL WAY. CLOSET DOOR SWINGS OPEN. ANDY COMES RUNNING OUT)

 

Andy:

(runs out and falls to the ground, shaking his head over and over again.)

 

(AMBULANCE IS HEARD COMING FROM FAR AWAY. EMTS Pull DANIEL OUT OF THE ROOM. SHEET OVER HIS BODY, JUST AN ARM HANGING.)

GUY 1:

(wearing a football jersey)

Dude, its Perkins! I recognize those gay shoes he wears! What a fag, he shot himself?

(looks at Andy)

(teacher with a name tag Mrs. Edwards walks towards Andy and kneels down.)

Mrs. Edwards:

Are you alright Andy? What happened in there?

Andy:

(Looks at the guy in the football jersey, and then to Mrs. Edwards. A blank expression on his face.)

His…um…essays… on your desk. He told me to tell you.

(Camera fades away from scene, music starts, Camera zooms in on a teacher’s desk and on a piece of paper entitled, “What I remember most about High School”

 

End.


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