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Scene One Inspo
Ideas for Scene One came from these songs:
- Plastic Love by Mariya Takeuchi
- Sweet by Brockhampton
- Vibin Out by FKJ with (((O)))
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Scene One
The bell rung. School was over for the week.
âThe bell does not dismiss you, I do!â Mr. Jamison barked. The majority of his students did not care. They packed their backpacks and fled the room
Licorice Everett took her time though, waiting for Mr. Jamison to finish his fit and listen to the impromptu âpunishment assignmentâ for the all students, but the students who left too early missed.
âI want a 250-word response to a news story of general importance by the beginning of class Monday. We will analyze everyoneâs responses,â he seethed.
Licorice nodded. A few of her other classmates stuck around. The leftovers scribbled quickly in their agendas Mr. Jamisonâs assignment.
All of them looked up at Mr. Jamison expectantly. He hadnât said the magic words yet.
He took a breath and went behind his desk to straighten his things.
Mr. Jamison sighed.
âYou all are dismissed,â he nodded shortly.
Licorice gathered her belongings and glanced at the clock, it was 3:02 pm. She had eight minutes to get to her bus.Â
What was she doing this weekend? She had planned to knock out Mr. Jamisonâs assignment first and then get on with other things. Hanging out with Waives was always a must.
Licorice hurried out the classroom only to run into Waives right outside the entryway.
âHey Rice!â Waives tackled Licorice with a hug.
âAh, Waives! You startled me. You know you canât just surprise me like that on Fridays.â
âBut itâs Friday!â
âStill Waives, you know I plan and think my weekends out and everything.â
âYeah, âcause youâre crazy.â
âWhatever. Look, letâs walk and talk, I donât want us missing the bus especially on a Friday.â
âYeah, of course.â
Both picked up their pace to a speed-walk, navigating through the slow crowd.
âOmg, can I tell you about this cool club I found out about?â
âSure,â Licorice nodded.
âSo itâs called the âNiamindesâ group.â
âThat sounds like my acne medication.â
âWell, they got rid of my proverbial acne!â
Licorice shook her head and rolled her eyes.
âOh really?â
âYes! They totally did. Look you should come to one of their upcoming meetingsâ
âOkay sure I guess. What time do they meet after school?â
âOh no, theyâre not affiliated with our school.â
Licorice paused and looked at Waives.
âIs this a volunteer group then, or like what?â
Waives shook her head, âYouâll see.â
Licorice wanted to ask her if the Niamindes were a cult, but she knew Waives was too sensitive for that.
âThis isnât like the time you joined the Style Boyz online fangroup is it?
âGod, no Rice! Iâm not 12 anymore!â
âYou act like it sometimes.â
âJust because I have an A in Physics doesnât mean I canât act like a kid sometimes.â
Licorice smiled, âThatâs exactly what that means.â
âGod whatever. You should try having fun sometime.â
Licorice frowned.
âHey... I have fun.â
âYouâre idea of fun is listening to a podcast from The Guardian. And then working on crocheting something for your baby cousins.â
âWhat, is there something wrong with that? Do you want me to snort coke and chug Robitussin to fill my privileged void like some other people here?â
âNo Rice, you know what I mean! Like watch makeup videos with me and watch The Kardashians and random Youtubers.â
âI like doing those things.â
âNot in your free time.â
âI like doing them in my free time with you Waives. Itâs not something I enjoy by myself. Itâs something we do together and I like it like that.â
Licorice and Waives paused their conversation to step onto their bus home.
Waives giggled getting on the bus, âGod, weâre like an old couple.â
âAnd I like that,â Licorice smiled. Waives beamed back at her and took the window seat while Licorice took the aisle seat.
âItâs your turn for music right?â Waives raised her eyebrows
âYeah it is. I found this one group ... I think youâll like them. Hereâs a song by them called âSweetâ, hereâs the right earbud for you.â
Licorice put the left earbud in her ear and waited for Waives to do the same with her right and then started their soundtrack home.
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â Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath
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19th Birthday Musings
Some days I look at myself and think Iâm okay.
Other days I just look.
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