Daily Story
These are two plays I wrote for my Creative Writing class.
'296'
[Open on a bus stop on a busy street corner just outside Stanford University. JESSY a twenty-two year old girl looks around nervously.]
Jessy: It's three o'clock in the afternoon, I'll be fine. I mean, nothing happens around here anyways.
[JESSY sits. Pause. ALEX enters, walks towards the bus stop, listening to music.]
Alex: Hey there.
Jessy: Hey.
[pause]
Jessy: What, do I have something on my face?
Alex: No, you're good. You just look kind of familiar, were you in Psych 102 last year?
Jessy: No, I've never taken a psych class. I'm Jessy, nice to meet you.
Alex: Alex. Are you sure? I could have sworn you were in my study group.
[JESSY shakes her head.]
Alex: So where are you going?
Jessy: Home.
Alex: For the weekend? That's cool.
Jessy: No, forever. I'm dropping out.
Alex: Oh, sorry. Why? If you don't mind my asking.
Jessy: It's stupid. You don't want to hear about it.
Alex: No, it's okay. Maybe I can help.
Jessy: That's sweet. I don't know what you could do though.
[Pause]
Jessy: I heard some girls talking about how I was really a guy, and some other really mean, childish stuff. But I took it as a challenge and I showed up at the next party in an outfit so skanky I'm embarrassed to admit I own it. To cut a long story short, I got addicted to partying.
Alex: But that's-
Jessy: Don't tell me that's impossible.
Alex: There's no proof you can get addicted to partying.
Jessy: Maybe not. But once I got into to drinking, I started experimenting. It's kind of fuzzy, I was never actually sure what was going on.
Alex: So then what happened?
Jessy: I woke up in the hospital last week, they'd had to pump my stomach.
Alex: Oh. Wow.
Jessy: And as the nurse was standing there, telling me exactly what I had been on, I realized that this wasn't even something I liked to do. So here I am, going home. Sorry, this is a lot to spring on you. I don't even know you.
Alex: It's okay. I wish you had known me, maybe I could have helped you out earlier.
Jessy: Maybe. I think just talking to someone helped more then anything else I've tried so far.
Alex: Glad to do what I can. I'm kind of into helping people out.
Jessy: [Laughs] I think someone tried to pick me up with that line once. Thanks for the help though, really.
Alex: Well, you're welcome. Here comes the 227.
[JESSY picks up a her bag and jacket.]
Jessy: That's mine.
Alex: Hey, I like your jacket. I've never met anyone with the guts to wear a periodic table on their chest. I used to have one just like it, but it disappeared last week.
Jessy: Oh this, yeah. I woke up wearing it last Friday. Huh, weird. Well, thanks for the company. Good luck!
[Lights go out, except one spot on ALEX]
Alex: Hey!
'297'
Open on a small table in the corner of a coffee shop RACHEL and TESSA, college students, are in the middle of a conversation.]
Rachel: So she says, let's throw a party, and I'm like, we're never going to get away with throwing a party here.
Tessa: So what did you do?
Rachel: Well, she decided to go on with it, and she was like, text your friends, tell them to come.
Tessa: That sounds like a brilliant idea.
Rachel: I know, right? But I did. I mass texted it, then it was re-mass texted, and...
Tessa: Oh my God. So how many people showed up?
Rachel: About two hundred.
Tessa: That's rediculious.
Rachel: Tess, there were points where I couldn't get out of the house if the damn building caught on fire.
Tessa: Wow. It was that bad?
Rachel: Let's just say you're really lucky you didn't have to be there.
Tessa: So what happened next?
Rachel: Well, everything was fine until some guy from the football team- a big guy, with brown hair and really blue eyes-
Tessa: Darrel?
Rachel: Yeah, him. Everything was fine until he started throwing things.
Tessa: What do you mean, throwing things?
Rachel: I kid you not, if something wasn't nailed down, he picked it up and threw it across the room.
Tessa: so what did you do?
Rachel: I'd just had it up to there by then.
Tessa: Did you kick them all out?
Rachel: You bet I did! I turned the music off and I was like, get the hell out of here. Then I turned to my room mate-
Tessa: Julie?
Rachel: No, Jessy. She was the one who threw the party.
Tessa: She would.
Rachel: So I turned to my room mate, and I was like, get the hell out.
Tessa: Did she leave?
Rachel: Yeah, everyone did.
Tessa: Wow, I'll never understand how you get people to listen to you, Rach.
Rachel: It's a gift.
Tessa: So?
Rachel: So we spent the rest of the night cleaning up.
Tessa: What about Jessy?
Rachel: She spent the night on the porch, I think. At least, that was where she was the next morning, passed out.
Tessa: You guys really are awful to her.
Rachel: Don't pity her! She invited two hundred people to our apartment.
Tessa: True, but still-
Rachel: There is no but still. We kicked her out.
Tessa: Wait, Rachel, what?
Rachel: Yeah, that was kind of what I wanted to talk to you about.
Tessa: What do you mean?
Rachel: Well, Julie and I can't really afford the rent on our own, so we were wondering if you'd maybe...
Tessa: If I'd maybe what?
Rachel: If you'd maybe move in. We're tired of partiers.
'296'
[Open on a bus stop on a busy street corner just outside Stanford University. JESSY a twenty-two year old girl looks around nervously.]
Jessy: It's three o'clock in the afternoon, I'll be fine. I mean, nothing happens around here anyways.
[JESSY sits. Pause. ALEX enters, walks towards the bus stop, listening to music.]
Alex: Hey there.
Jessy: Hey.
[pause]
Jessy: What, do I have something on my face?
Alex: No, you're good. You just look kind of familiar, were you in Psych 102 last year?
Jessy: No, I've never taken a psych class. I'm Jessy, nice to meet you.
Alex: Alex. Are you sure? I could have sworn you were in my study group.
[JESSY shakes her head.]
Alex: So where are you going?
Jessy: Home.
Alex: For the weekend? That's cool.
Jessy: No, forever. I'm dropping out.
Alex: Oh, sorry. Why? If you don't mind my asking.
Jessy: It's stupid. You don't want to hear about it.
Alex: No, it's okay. Maybe I can help.
Jessy: That's sweet. I don't know what you could do though.
[Pause]
Jessy: I heard some girls talking about how I was really a guy, and some other really mean, childish stuff. But I took it as a challenge and I showed up at the next party in an outfit so skanky I'm embarrassed to admit I own it. To cut a long story short, I got addicted to partying.
Alex: But that's-
Jessy: Don't tell me that's impossible.
Alex: There's no proof you can get addicted to partying.
Jessy: Maybe not. But once I got into to drinking, I started experimenting. It's kind of fuzzy, I was never actually sure what was going on.
Alex: So then what happened?
Jessy: I woke up in the hospital last week, they'd had to pump my stomach.
Alex: Oh. Wow.
Jessy: And as the nurse was standing there, telling me exactly what I had been on, I realized that this wasn't even something I liked to do. So here I am, going home. Sorry, this is a lot to spring on you. I don't even know you.
Alex: It's okay. I wish you had known me, maybe I could have helped you out earlier.
Jessy: Maybe. I think just talking to someone helped more then anything else I've tried so far.
Alex: Glad to do what I can. I'm kind of into helping people out.
Jessy: [Laughs] I think someone tried to pick me up with that line once. Thanks for the help though, really.
Alex: Well, you're welcome. Here comes the 227.
[JESSY picks up a her bag and jacket.]
Jessy: That's mine.
Alex: Hey, I like your jacket. I've never met anyone with the guts to wear a periodic table on their chest. I used to have one just like it, but it disappeared last week.
Jessy: Oh this, yeah. I woke up wearing it last Friday. Huh, weird. Well, thanks for the company. Good luck!
[Lights go out, except one spot on ALEX]
Alex: Hey!
'297'
Open on a small table in the corner of a coffee shop RACHEL and TESSA, college students, are in the middle of a conversation.]
Rachel: So she says, let's throw a party, and I'm like, we're never going to get away with throwing a party here.
Tessa: So what did you do?
Rachel: Well, she decided to go on with it, and she was like, text your friends, tell them to come.
Tessa: That sounds like a brilliant idea.
Rachel: I know, right? But I did. I mass texted it, then it was re-mass texted, and...
Tessa: Oh my God. So how many people showed up?
Rachel: About two hundred.
Tessa: That's rediculious.
Rachel: Tess, there were points where I couldn't get out of the house if the damn building caught on fire.
Tessa: Wow. It was that bad?
Rachel: Let's just say you're really lucky you didn't have to be there.
Tessa: So what happened next?
Rachel: Well, everything was fine until some guy from the football team- a big guy, with brown hair and really blue eyes-
Tessa: Darrel?
Rachel: Yeah, him. Everything was fine until he started throwing things.
Tessa: What do you mean, throwing things?
Rachel: I kid you not, if something wasn't nailed down, he picked it up and threw it across the room.
Tessa: so what did you do?
Rachel: I'd just had it up to there by then.
Tessa: Did you kick them all out?
Rachel: You bet I did! I turned the music off and I was like, get the hell out of here. Then I turned to my room mate-
Tessa: Julie?
Rachel: No, Jessy. She was the one who threw the party.
Tessa: She would.
Rachel: So I turned to my room mate, and I was like, get the hell out.
Tessa: Did she leave?
Rachel: Yeah, everyone did.
Tessa: Wow, I'll never understand how you get people to listen to you, Rach.
Rachel: It's a gift.
Tessa: So?
Rachel: So we spent the rest of the night cleaning up.
Tessa: What about Jessy?
Rachel: She spent the night on the porch, I think. At least, that was where she was the next morning, passed out.
Tessa: You guys really are awful to her.
Rachel: Don't pity her! She invited two hundred people to our apartment.
Tessa: True, but still-
Rachel: There is no but still. We kicked her out.
Tessa: Wait, Rachel, what?
Rachel: Yeah, that was kind of what I wanted to talk to you about.
Tessa: What do you mean?
Rachel: Well, Julie and I can't really afford the rent on our own, so we were wondering if you'd maybe...
Tessa: If I'd maybe what?
Rachel: If you'd maybe move in. We're tired of partiers.