EXT. VAN NUYS HIGH SCHOOL, CALIFORNIA - DAY

First day of school and DOZENS of Students hang around, GREETING each other with secret handshakes.

The GIRLS comparing fashion notes: clothes, NAIL POLISH colors , shoes.

The GUYS are comparing haircuts, CLOTHES, tatoos.

Big SIGNS, “NO SMOKING WITHIN 20 FEET OF SCHOOL PROPERTY” posted all around.

INT. FRONT ENTRY, VAN NUYS HIGH SCHOOL - DAY

Bobby and DOZENS of STUDENTS enter the building.

At the front entry there are THREE SECURITY GUARDS. One looks like the usual Caucasian man, but SECURITY GUARD # 2 AND # 3 look like they’re former gang bangers: Big muscles, stern faces.

Security Guards # 1 mans the METAL DETECTOR, while Security Guards # 2 and # 3 man TABLES where they point to Students who look at them with SHIFTY EYES.

SHIFTY EYED STUDENT # 1 empties his BACKPACK and a small KNIFE falls out.

SECURITY GUARD # 2
Contraband. No knifes, no guns, no tasers, no drugs allowed. First day, I won’t arrest you, but Day Two you go straight to jail.

SHIFTY-EYED STUDENT # 1
When can I get it back?

SECURITY GUARD # 2
Your parents will both have to come down.

SHIFTY-EYED STUDENT # 1
I can’t. They’re both working day shift and overtime night shift.

SECURITY GUARD # 2
Well, then too bad. Then say goodbye to it.

PRINCIPAL, 50’S, BLACK MAN who looks as if he was in the Marines, checks everything out to make sure the line moves smoothly.

STUDENTS look warily at each other, the GORGEOUS CHEERLEADERS dressed in upscale clothes, to the BLACK and HISPANIC students, dressed more conservatively.

Principal goes to THREE STUDENTS wearing BAGGY PANTS around their hips, with EXTREME MOHAWK HAIRCUTS in RED and GREEN.

PRINCIPAL
We have a dress code. Pants around the waist not hips. Normal haircuts. How you
think you’re gonna find a job in the real world?

THREE STUDENTS WITH BAGGY PANTS look embarrassed.

PRINCIPAL (CONT’D)
If you parents complain, you can transfer to another school.

STUDENT # 2
A, it’s too far away from home. This is the closest school.

PRINCIPAL
Well, then abide by our dress code.

Robert enters behind Bobby, who pretends he doesn’t know his dad.

Principal to Robert...

PRINCIPAL (CONT’D)
Welcome Mister Collins, and I hope your days here are uneventful.

ROBERT “SENIOR”
Thank you...

Bobby is out of place with his ALOHA SHIRT. He looks around - his first day of school. He looks up at the metal detector, frowns and walks in.

STUDENTS # 3, # 4, and # 5 are pulled over for and their BACKPACKS inspected by Guards # 2 and # 3.

More POCKET KNIVES are confiscated by the Security Guards, and BAGS are searched on the tables.

DIMON GOLD, 17, Goth Girl enters, dressed all in black. She has a GOLD RING in her nostrils, and STEEL CHAINS around her waist and wrists. The passes through the METAL DETECTOR and a SIREN GOES OFF.

Dimon sighs, and puts her hands up, her chains clanking.

Principal comes up...

PRINCIPAL
Ms Dimon Gold. I told you last year, no metal chains allowed in school. They’re a hazard to others.

DIMON GOLD
I’m making a fashion statement.

PRINCIPAL
No gold ring in nose. No visible piercings allowed. What you wear under your clothes is none of my business.

DIMON GOLD
Jeeze.....I thought my dad spoke to you last year.

PRINCIPAL
(Nervous) Yes, yes. He told me all about it.

DIMON GOLD
Well, how about I bring in a walking stick?

PRINCIPAL
Just so you need it. You’ll need a doctor’s excuse....

DIMON GOLD
Jeeze. A doctor’s excuse I have a bad back. So okay okay....

Dimon takes off her chains.... Gives them to Security Guard # 3 who gives her a CLAIM CHECK, and puts the CHAINS into a MANILLA ENVELOPE with a big “99” on it, stashes it in a LOCKED FILE CABINET.

GUARD # 3
You can claim these after school and as Principal said, they’re not allowed here.

Dimon nods her thanks.

DIMON GOLD
What’s your name?

GUARD # 3
Ralph.

DIMON GOLD
You own the supermarket?

GUARD # 3
I wish!

Guard # 3 actually smiles. Bobby watches. Dimon catches Bobby staring at her. Bobby clears security and walks down the hallway. Dimon follows. Bobby turns around. Dimon ducks into a classroom. Bobby shrugs, continues his walk.

Dimon peeks back out. Bobby turns, “shoots” her with his “finger gun” (index finger out, thumb up, three fingers tucked in,) and smiles.

Dimon smiles, “shoots” Bobby back with her “finger gun.”

 
 


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