Post by vicki on Apr 3, 2006 17:57:42 GMT
Just want your opinions here folks, as to whether I'm onto a winner. Here's the work so far:
A Criticism Too Far
[16 year old Louise Redman walks into a packed college lecture theatre, just as her first lecture of the day on script composition begins. Her tutor Mr Clifton is at the front of the theatre]
Mr Clifton: Nice of you to join us Louise.
Louise: Sorry Sir, my bus was late and I-
Mr Clifton: I don’t want your excuses Redman; I want you to sit down so I can begin this lecture.
Louise: Certainly Sir.
[The lecture ends with Mr Clifton setting a homework assignment to write an episode of a comedy sketch. Louise returns home and sits down at her kitchen table with her laptop and tries to write. Her mum enters the room.}
Louise: Hi Mum.
Mrs Redman: Hi Lou, how’s it going?
Louise: Not well, I have severe writers’ block.
Mrs Redman: Well, when I had to write stuff for college I always ate candyfloss, made my brain work again.
Louise: Well, that’s great, but I have no candyfloss.
Mrs Redman: I have a slight sweet tooth; I get supplies delivered each month.
[Mrs Redman opens a cupboard and hands Louise a bag of candyfloss.]
Louise: Thanks mum. Actually, I’ve just had an idea.
[Louise begins frantically typing on the laptop’s keyboard. An hour later she finishes and decides to go to bed.]
[The next morning Louise races to college, clutching the script that took her three hours to write. She rushed to her first lecture and handed her work to Mr Clifton. He studies it then responds.]
Mr Clifton: Louise, I’ve run this course for five years, and this wouldn’t keep a two day old baby amused!
Louise: Well, maybe a decent tutor would have given us the help we needed!
[Mr Clifton looks at Louise with a look of pure evil]
Mr Clifton: Well, my teaching seems to have reached everyone else. So next time, try paying attention!
[The weeks went by, and each assignment Louise handed in was read with a laugh and greeted with fierce criticism from Mr Clifton. One day Louise handed in her assignment, and the criticism went too far.]
Mr Clifton: Once again Miss Redman, you’ve supplied me with some excellent toilet paper. Call your dad, tell him to come and collect you because you’ve got no hope of success here.
[Louise snapped, the mention of her dad forced anger into her. After he left there was nothing in Louise’s life but anger and sorrow, sorrow for her mum and little sister Charlotte.]
Louise: You know what Mr Clifton? I don’t need your course, I don’t need you, and I don’t need this life of mine!
Mr Clifton: So, what’s the little wannabe going to do about it? Cry to mummy to make her move? I don’t think so.
[Louise stormed home and began packing her belongings into suitcases, whipping out the pre written emigration application and the paperwork she would need to change her name. She had the perfect plan all figured out. She had been offered a flat in Spain by a company and was on their books. She was moving to Spain. She checked she had her passport, and sat down at her computer. Just then, her mum walked into the room]
Mrs Redman: What are you up to Louise, dinner’s ready?
Louise: Just sending an email, I’ll be there in a minute.
[Needing no further explanation, Mrs Redman walked out of the room. Louise began entering her details into a website and quickly booked herself onto a flight to Spain that very night. She double checked everything, ate dinner then slept for hours, waiting for the cover of darkness to allow her to escape. She awoke at 1am, ready and, after she checked everyone was asleep, she grabbed her bags and her mum’s credit card, and walked to the local bus stop. She caught the first bus and began talking to a small woman in Lycra.]
Woman: Where are you headed love? Looks like you’ve got your whole life with you.
Louise: You’ve no idea how right you are. I’m heading to the airport.
Woman: Really, emigrating then? Don’t blame you; the weather here’s so bad, really stormy all the time at the moment.
Louise: It’s not the only thing. But I won’t bore you with that.
Woman: Oh, men then? Well a nice 20 year old girl like you can find a man no worries.
[The bus reaches the airport, Louise steps off and checks in for her flight. Two hours later, she’s on the plane as it takes off]
Louise: Free at last.
Man: Free from the strains of daily life for a while eh?
Louise: Yeah, you could say that.
Man: Well, enjoy it, before you know it, you’ll be back to the same old rubbish.
Louise: I don’t know about that.
Man: Thinking of moving then?
Louise: I am moving.
Man: You look young, do your parents know?
Louise: Yeah, they’re all for it, say I need to find my feet.
Man: Yes, we all do eventually, the earlier the better I suppose.
Louise: Yeah.
[Louise sleeps for the rest of the flight, and is filled with excitement as the plane lands.]
Man: Well, good luck in your new life young lady, live well and prosper in whatever you choose to do.
Louise: Thanks.
[Louise disembarks the plane and gets through customs, then sets out to find the office to legally change her name. She finds it and enters.]
Louise: Excuse me; I’d like to see about changing my name?
Woman: Well, you’re in the right place, I’m Francesca. You’ll need to see Mr Bennett for that. I’ll tell him you’re here.
Louise: Thanks.
Francesca: Mr Bennett, a girl here wants a name change.
Mr Bennett: Send her in Francesca.
Francesca: First door on the left, go on in Louise.
Louise: Thanks.
[Louise entered the office. Mr Bennett was tall, with brown eye and hair. He motioned for her to sit down.]
Mr Bennett: So, why the name change?
Louise: I’m making a new life for myself, and want a new name to go with it.
Mr Bennett: What did you have in mind?
Louise: Rochelle Zener.
Mr Bennett: Let me check…Nope, no Rochelle Zener in Spain, the name is yours.
[Mr Bennett changes Rochelle’s details on all her documents via the relevant offices.]
Mr Bennett: Well, enjoy your new life Rochelle.
Rochelle: Thanks so much!
A Criticism Too Far
[16 year old Louise Redman walks into a packed college lecture theatre, just as her first lecture of the day on script composition begins. Her tutor Mr Clifton is at the front of the theatre]
Mr Clifton: Nice of you to join us Louise.
Louise: Sorry Sir, my bus was late and I-
Mr Clifton: I don’t want your excuses Redman; I want you to sit down so I can begin this lecture.
Louise: Certainly Sir.
[The lecture ends with Mr Clifton setting a homework assignment to write an episode of a comedy sketch. Louise returns home and sits down at her kitchen table with her laptop and tries to write. Her mum enters the room.}
Louise: Hi Mum.
Mrs Redman: Hi Lou, how’s it going?
Louise: Not well, I have severe writers’ block.
Mrs Redman: Well, when I had to write stuff for college I always ate candyfloss, made my brain work again.
Louise: Well, that’s great, but I have no candyfloss.
Mrs Redman: I have a slight sweet tooth; I get supplies delivered each month.
[Mrs Redman opens a cupboard and hands Louise a bag of candyfloss.]
Louise: Thanks mum. Actually, I’ve just had an idea.
[Louise begins frantically typing on the laptop’s keyboard. An hour later she finishes and decides to go to bed.]
[The next morning Louise races to college, clutching the script that took her three hours to write. She rushed to her first lecture and handed her work to Mr Clifton. He studies it then responds.]
Mr Clifton: Louise, I’ve run this course for five years, and this wouldn’t keep a two day old baby amused!
Louise: Well, maybe a decent tutor would have given us the help we needed!
[Mr Clifton looks at Louise with a look of pure evil]
Mr Clifton: Well, my teaching seems to have reached everyone else. So next time, try paying attention!
[The weeks went by, and each assignment Louise handed in was read with a laugh and greeted with fierce criticism from Mr Clifton. One day Louise handed in her assignment, and the criticism went too far.]
Mr Clifton: Once again Miss Redman, you’ve supplied me with some excellent toilet paper. Call your dad, tell him to come and collect you because you’ve got no hope of success here.
[Louise snapped, the mention of her dad forced anger into her. After he left there was nothing in Louise’s life but anger and sorrow, sorrow for her mum and little sister Charlotte.]
Louise: You know what Mr Clifton? I don’t need your course, I don’t need you, and I don’t need this life of mine!
Mr Clifton: So, what’s the little wannabe going to do about it? Cry to mummy to make her move? I don’t think so.
[Louise stormed home and began packing her belongings into suitcases, whipping out the pre written emigration application and the paperwork she would need to change her name. She had the perfect plan all figured out. She had been offered a flat in Spain by a company and was on their books. She was moving to Spain. She checked she had her passport, and sat down at her computer. Just then, her mum walked into the room]
Mrs Redman: What are you up to Louise, dinner’s ready?
Louise: Just sending an email, I’ll be there in a minute.
[Needing no further explanation, Mrs Redman walked out of the room. Louise began entering her details into a website and quickly booked herself onto a flight to Spain that very night. She double checked everything, ate dinner then slept for hours, waiting for the cover of darkness to allow her to escape. She awoke at 1am, ready and, after she checked everyone was asleep, she grabbed her bags and her mum’s credit card, and walked to the local bus stop. She caught the first bus and began talking to a small woman in Lycra.]
Woman: Where are you headed love? Looks like you’ve got your whole life with you.
Louise: You’ve no idea how right you are. I’m heading to the airport.
Woman: Really, emigrating then? Don’t blame you; the weather here’s so bad, really stormy all the time at the moment.
Louise: It’s not the only thing. But I won’t bore you with that.
Woman: Oh, men then? Well a nice 20 year old girl like you can find a man no worries.
[The bus reaches the airport, Louise steps off and checks in for her flight. Two hours later, she’s on the plane as it takes off]
Louise: Free at last.
Man: Free from the strains of daily life for a while eh?
Louise: Yeah, you could say that.
Man: Well, enjoy it, before you know it, you’ll be back to the same old rubbish.
Louise: I don’t know about that.
Man: Thinking of moving then?
Louise: I am moving.
Man: You look young, do your parents know?
Louise: Yeah, they’re all for it, say I need to find my feet.
Man: Yes, we all do eventually, the earlier the better I suppose.
Louise: Yeah.
[Louise sleeps for the rest of the flight, and is filled with excitement as the plane lands.]
Man: Well, good luck in your new life young lady, live well and prosper in whatever you choose to do.
Louise: Thanks.
[Louise disembarks the plane and gets through customs, then sets out to find the office to legally change her name. She finds it and enters.]
Louise: Excuse me; I’d like to see about changing my name?
Woman: Well, you’re in the right place, I’m Francesca. You’ll need to see Mr Bennett for that. I’ll tell him you’re here.
Louise: Thanks.
Francesca: Mr Bennett, a girl here wants a name change.
Mr Bennett: Send her in Francesca.
Francesca: First door on the left, go on in Louise.
Louise: Thanks.
[Louise entered the office. Mr Bennett was tall, with brown eye and hair. He motioned for her to sit down.]
Mr Bennett: So, why the name change?
Louise: I’m making a new life for myself, and want a new name to go with it.
Mr Bennett: What did you have in mind?
Louise: Rochelle Zener.
Mr Bennett: Let me check…Nope, no Rochelle Zener in Spain, the name is yours.
[Mr Bennett changes Rochelle’s details on all her documents via the relevant offices.]
Mr Bennett: Well, enjoy your new life Rochelle.
Rochelle: Thanks so much!