(Three twelve-year-old girls get on the bus, leaving two twelve-year-old boys behind. The last girl on is obviously the Regina George of the group, and the boys are smitten.)
| Boy: |
Hey, Chrissy!
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| Chrissy: |
Yeah?
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| Boy: |
(Suave up-nod. You know the kind.) See you on Monday at school, okay?
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| Chrissy: |
(Twirls her hair.) Sure.
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| Boy: |
I don't think I'm gonna sit with Joe at lunch on Monday...I mean, if you want to sit with me, that would be sorta cool.
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| Chrissy: |
(Twirls her hair.) Sure, yeah. That would be cool.
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| Boy: |
Awesome... Have a good Thanksgiving. Tell your mom I said hi.
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| Chrissy: |
Sure. (Smacks her gum, gets her bus pass from her purse.)
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| Boy: |
Hey, Chrissy?
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| Chrissy: |
Yeah?
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| Boy: |
Do you need two dollars for the bus?
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| Chrissy: |
(Smiles really big, puts her bus pass back in her purse.) Yeah, I do. |
4:50 pm • 22 November 2011 • 16 notes