The Kid(s)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Please note that, before you choose to read this, I do not know how to write in the proper sense. This will most likely come off as a script with some almost directorial direction, but it is, to the best of my ability, a short story. If you would like to post this story anywhere else, I only ask that you ask me first. I would like to see whether or not this story will go anywhere in popularity, to other websites, etc.
That being said, THIS STORY IS ABOUT FRIENDSHIP. I can't really describe it in any other way. Thank you

Submitted: September 25, 2011

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Kid sits on the floor directly across from a door in a school hallway with arm propped up on left knee. Head tilted down as if thinking about something. No sound except for an increasing amount of bass (steady stream, not thump thump thump) while the camera slowly zooms in closer and closer. When the camera becomes just too close for comfort, the stream of bass is almost unbearable to the audience. The stream of bass instantly cuts away and the school bell rings. It’s the end of the day. Camera cuts to a bird’s eye view at a height a little bit higher than the ceiling, so the audience sees both the door and the kid sitting on the floor. 
Kids flow out of the door and down the hall in both directions, splitting the group like a fork in a river. Camera cuts in front of Kid 2, slightly to the left, close up, still walking in the right part of the crowd, stopping just before hitting the camera. 2 pauses, thinking there was someone in front of the door as everyone came out, but it’s too late now to try and beat the flow of people. 2 keeps walking with the crowd, out of the hallway, out the exit, and into the surrounding school parking lot. After the outbound flow of people disperse, 2 returns inside to go and check by the door. Long shot from 2’s perspective, seeing that no one is sitting there anymore. Cuts back to 2 exiting the building for the second time, walking while looking down at the ground. 2 starts walking home, but looks up, wondering which route would be best today, and sees the back of 1 sitting on the curb. 2 then walks over and sits down next to 1 (when 2 gets close enough, camera cuts to about 10 feet directly behind the two of them).
 
1: How’s it going?
2: (jokingly) Never thought I’d see you again. 
1: (with a smirk) Yeah, well you know me. I always like sticking around. Gives me something to do. Just because I don’t go to this school doesn’t mean I’ll never be here for you.
2: I know. I know. What made you come by today then?
1: Didn’t have too much to do, so I figured ‘why not?’”
2: Ok, cool. In that case, you want to walk with me home?
1: I really should get out of here, but sure. Lead the way.
 
1 and 2 get up in unison and begin to walk back to 2’s house. 
Camera cuts to the two of them walking back through part of a forest. Camera facing them from the right side with trees from the forest in the background.
 
2: I remember we used to play hide-and-seek here all the time. (smiling) You couldn’t ever find me!
1: (laughs) Yeah, well, you couldn’t ever beat me at the quiet game. You couldn’t ever keep your mouth shut, except when we played hide-and-seek. I still don’t know why that was.
2: Because in hide-and-seek, the whole point was to not be found, so I shut up. The quiet game was just dumb. 
1: Yeah, because you were bad at it!
2: (mimic mumbles) Because you were bad at it…- oh, we’re here.
 
1 and 2 arrive at 2’s house. It doesn’t look like anyone else is home.
Camera follows them as they walk down the driveway, but maintains distance from them.
 
2: (turns to 1) Wanna come in for a bit?
1: I really should be going…
2: Oh, come on. Just stay for a little bit and then you can be on your way, wherever it is you need to go.
1: (stands there thinking about it for a couple seconds) Yeah, sure.
2: Awesome!
 
2 enters the house and holds the door open, followed by 1.
 
2: Here, go on up to my room. I’ll be up in a sec. You remember where it is?
1: (smiles at the question) Yeah, I remember where it is, I never forgot.
 
1 goes up to 2’s room while 2 goes to check and see if there are any messages on the answering machine. Nothing. (Camera shoots from an angle that shows 1 going upstairs and 2 going to the left towards the answering machine. Camera then cuts to 2 getting to the top of the stairs and turning left to go and meet up with 2 in 2’s room)
 
2: (entering the room) Guess you did find it after all.
1: Of course I did. I told you I remembered where it was. That and your house isn’t exactly the most complicated thing to look around in. 
 
1 looks down at a finger painting (camera peers over 1’s shoulder to see the picture, which shows 1 and 2 standing together with best friends spelled poorly on the bottom.)
 
1: Now this is something I remember!
2: Yeah, I don’t think I’ll ever forget making this. It’s always a good reminder of how good of a friend you are.
 
As 2 says this, 2’s mom comes in and yells up the stairs
 
Mom: (yells) Anyone home up there?
 
2: (yells back) Yeah mom, up here!
 
As 2 turns back to 1:
 
1: Oh, that reminds me, I did say that I was only going to stay for a bit. 
2: Ok, well if you have to go, you have to go. 
 
1 looks back at the finger painting picture, and then looks back at 2.
 
1: Alright, I’m going to go, but remember, just like back when you made this, I’ll always be there for you if you need me.
2: (smiling) I know…I know
Mom then enters 2’s room, and 2 looks up at her
 
Mom: (at 2) who were you talking to in here just now?
2: Oh, no one.
 
2 looks around the room for 1, but 1 is no where to be seen.
 
2: (smiling) No one at all…
 
 
 
 
 


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