Don’t laugh, but… I wrote another script. It’s not done text-wise, but I know what’s going to happen.
Writing for real’s been a bit hard, so. Scripts and RPs.
I need people. I’ll edit this with a scene later.
And here is said scene. (Don’t ask why I named acts and scenes when they’re all about a half page long… )
Act I, Scene II
The scene opens with Sam walking through the school halls, her bag on one arm, her notebook in the other. As she walks away from her locker, Lisa intercepts her.
Lisa: Hey, Samantha.
Sam: It’s Sam. I hate the name Samantha.
Lisa: Then why is it on all of your books?
Sam: Well, it looks better in writing. But I hate it vocally.
Lisa: Um. Anyway, I was wondering—why are you always off on your own?
Sam looks stunned until Rachel rescues her.
Rachel: Come on Lisa, why’re you always so… Blunt?
Lisa: Well, she is.
Rachel: But you couldn’t think of a better way to start this conversation?
Lisa shrugs and is about to reply when Rachel turns to Sam.
Rachel: So, Sam, what’s up?
Sam: (quieter as she continues) Nothing much. A little writing, a little reading, a little lurking…
Lisa: What was that last bit?
Sam: Oh, nothing.
Rachel stops Lisa pursuing the topic further by bringing up random chitchat, which Sam reluctantly joins in on.
((She means forum lurking. She never registered a user.))
