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LAYTON HIGH SCHOOL. BOYS LOCKER ROOM. DAY.&lt;br /&gt;Two boys, one dark and one fair, lean against lockers clad only in white towels. They are both adolescents but nearly manhood. Many young men scramble around in the background wearing towels. Steam floats around in the room.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time for dating, man.&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;Dude! You're life is nothing but football and boring shit. You need to live a little, my friend. Get out; experience the world... and the honeys.&lt;br /&gt;Will and Matt both drop their towels and pull on boxers with pants right behind.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;I don't date. Period.&lt;br /&gt;MATTYeah, no shit. When is the last time you left the house? And I don't mean running to the store for your moms.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;Umm… It wasn't that long ago but I'm shy.(Laughs)&lt;br /&gt;You know me. I got plans and I don't want no girl messin' that up.&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;I know, man. But plans be damned. We're goin' out. I know a girl.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;(Sarcastic)You know a girl? Besides your girl? And I thought you were whipped.&lt;br /&gt;Matt pulls his shirt over his head.&lt;br /&gt;MATT(Not phased by Will's remarks.)&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Leave it to me.&lt;br /&gt;Will pulls his shirt on and sits to get his shoes on. He ties his laces and stands.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;Don't be dissappointin' me man. I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;Matt slides his feet into sandals and claps Will's shoulder. He walks out of the locker room. Will watches him and then makes his way to the door.&lt;br /&gt;EXT. LAYTON HIGH SCHOOL. DAY&lt;br /&gt;Matt walks to a group of girls that are hanging by the stairs. Some girls are sitting on the stairs, some standing, talking. A tan skinned girl notices Matt and waves.&lt;br /&gt;VERONICA&lt;br /&gt;Matt. Hi. Is practice over?&lt;br /&gt;Matt walks to her and puts his arm around her waist. He nods to the other girls and pulls the tan skinned girl a little from the group. He turns to her, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, baby girl. Hey, I gotta question for you. You still hang with that girl, you know, the dancer?&lt;br /&gt;VERONICA&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we still hang out and go to practice together. She is way outta my league though. She's perfect.&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;No, girl. You're perfect. Anyways, I was thinking maybe you can call her and ask if she wants to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;VERONICA(Astonished)&lt;br /&gt;With you?&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;Roni! You crazy? You're my woman.&lt;br /&gt;(Matt hugs her to his chest and then pushes her away to look her in the face.)&lt;br /&gt;No, for Will. He's lonely and needs to get outta the house. We can double date or something. Movies, bowling, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;VERONICA&lt;br /&gt;You really want this, huh.&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;It's for Will. He needs this. The boy is slippin'. All he thinks about id football and I think he’s gonna break if he doesn’t let up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;VERONICA&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'll see what I can do. See you tonight? I'll call you and see what I come up with.&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'll be waitin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veronica kisses Matt and walks back to her group. She is pulling her cell phone out of her purse while Matt walks away. He moves to a car in the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;EXT. NEWMAN'S BOWLING LANES. LAYTON. EVENING.&lt;br /&gt;Matt and Will walk to the bowling alley as the day is turning to dusk. As they approach, the building two figures that are hard to make out in the pending darkness, wave. The guys walk up to the figures and as they get closer you see it is the two girls. One is Veronica and the other is unknown, the blind date, the dancer.&lt;br /&gt;VERONICA&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys. Took you long enough!&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;Girl, don't be bitchin'. Introduce my man here.&lt;br /&gt;VERONICA&lt;br /&gt;Will, nice to see ya, been awhile. So, Jodie, this is Will. Will, this is Jodie. She's my friend from school.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to meet you Jodie. A pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;(Will's eyes take in the girl in front of him. Not missing one detail.)&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to meet you. I have heard a lot about both of you from Roni.&lt;br /&gt;Matt and Veronica join hands and start walking to the alley front door. That leaves Will and Jodie to follow by themselves behind the other couple.&lt;br /&gt;INT. NEWMAN'S BOWLING ALLEY. EVENING.&lt;br /&gt;Two young male adults and two young female adults enter the bowling alley from a side door. They walk to the register and stop. An employee stands in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;Hey man. Can you hook us up with a lane?&lt;br /&gt;ALLEY EMPLOYEE&lt;br /&gt;Sure, how many are bowling?Matt turns to the others.&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;Ummm.. four. You bowling, right, Jodie?&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;Sure.Matt turns back to the employee and hands him some money. The employee hits a couple of buttons on the register and bends down to find some shoes for them.&lt;br /&gt;ALLEY EMPLOYEE&lt;br /&gt;What size shoes you all want?&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;Eight.&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;Twelve and a half.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;Same.&lt;br /&gt;RONI&lt;br /&gt;Eight.&lt;br /&gt;The employee hands places the shoes on the counter as they say the sizes and the young people take their separate shoes. They walk to their lane and sit in the available chairs to put their shoes on.&lt;br /&gt;MATT(Jokingly)&lt;br /&gt;So Jodie, what do you think of Will so far?&lt;br /&gt;RONI(warning)&lt;br /&gt;Matt!!&lt;br /&gt;JODIE(glancing at Will, she turns away quickly.)Well, I don't really know him yet but he is okay so far.&lt;br /&gt;WILL(sarcastic)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short time later...&lt;br /&gt;Jodie stands before the lane clutching a ball to her chest. She looks nervous.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;Like this?&lt;br /&gt;She looks to the others who are all reclining in their chairs.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, just roll it on down there.&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;You've never done this before?&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;She turns forward, bends and releases the ball down the lane. It rolls and rolls before making a resounding clanking sound as it hits the pins. Jodie jumps in the air. The others give a loud yell. She leaps back to her seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will and Jodie sit side by side in chairs talking intently. Will whispers something in Jodie's ear and she leans back, laughing. Matt and Roni look over at them, look at each other and shrug.&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;Look like they are getting along okay.&lt;br /&gt;RONI&lt;br /&gt;I would say so. That's nice. Jodie needs a break.&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I hope they can help each other out with that.&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt; yells to the two "love birds".&lt;br /&gt;You guys up for some food.&lt;br /&gt;WILL(Exuberantly)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, man. I thought you would never ask!!! Pizza and fries man!&lt;br /&gt;Laughs from Roni and Matt.&lt;br /&gt;RONI&lt;br /&gt;Pizza it is. Is that okay with you, Jodie?&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;Yeah sure.(Flashback for Jodie)&lt;br /&gt;A little girl about six, sits at the table looking forlorn.&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;Jodie! What did I tell you? If you don't eat your vegetables, then nothing else.Jodie looks up with tears in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;Mom! You promised! You said I could have a sweet cake if I practiced hard for you.&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;And so you did and so I did but you haven't eaten what I told you too so the deal is off until that happens.&lt;br /&gt;Jodie sits in her chair looking at her mother with tears streaming down her face.Time moves by and it becomes dark in the house. The lights have been all turned off and all are silent, sleeping. A shadow creeps in the night, though. Stealthily down the stairs and to the pantry. The shadow opens the door quietly and a small hand reaches for a box of dessert cakes. Nothing is seen but the sound of cellophane is heard rustling in the darkness.A light suddenly flips on illuminating the darkness and Jodie appears sitting on the floor with wrappers all around her and sweet cakes gone.&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;Jodie!! What have you done? I have never been more disappointed then right now.&lt;br /&gt;Jodie turns her face and silently cries.&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's time you attend that private school we have been talking about.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;No, Mom! I don't want to go. I want to stay here with you and Mr. Perkins, my bear.&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;Jodie, it's time for you to put your studies first. If you want to be dancer the you have to apply yourself.Jodie sobs and cries on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;Jodie, Jodie. It won't be that bad. You'll have fun. Wait and see.Jodie gets off the floor and runs upstairs to the bathroom where she is sick.(End flashback)Fade back to bowling alley.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;Jodie? Are you okay?&lt;br /&gt;Jodie visibly starts.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I'm okay. I was just thinking about something.&lt;br /&gt;Will continues to peer at her.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;It must not have been too good a memory. You didn't look too happy.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I'm okay now. Let's eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while later, everyone is sitting around the table laughing and having a good time with pizza and fries on their plates in front of them. All are eating except for Jodie who is randomly pushing around the fries and pizza. Every now and then she will break off a piece and stick it is napkin when she is sure no one else is looking. Jodie doesn't see but Will is peering a her from the side of his eyes and he is noticing her unusual habits. He doesn't comment though.The evening is winding down and the couples are done bowling and eating. Will offers to walk Jodie back to school.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;You still hungry. I noticed that you didn't eat much at dinner. Why didn't you tell anyone you didn't like pizza?&lt;br /&gt;JODIE(Shocked)&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think anyone saw me. I didn't say anything because it would have been rude and I barely know all of you. I didn't want to make a bad impression.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;You could have just said. No harm, no foul, girl.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE(smiles at Will)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being so understanding and thank you for the great evening. It was fun and I hope we can do it some other time.&lt;br /&gt;WILL(smiles back at Jodie and grabs her hand)&lt;br /&gt;I hope we can too. I have practice on Thursday and Friday nights but football season is over soon and then I have some time free.They continue to walk and stop in front of glass doors that lead to the academy.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;It was a pleasure, Jodie. Here's my number. Call me.&lt;br /&gt;Will scratches a number onto s piece of paper pulled from his pocket and hands it to Jodie, who puts it into her pocket.Will releases her hand and starts to walk away.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;Hey Will!&lt;br /&gt;He turns back to her.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;I am very serious about dancing and don't know what kinda time I am going to have for this but I want to try to make it work.&lt;br /&gt;Will grins.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;I just want to date not get married. Give us some time.He turns and walks away. Jodie watches him go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. CENTRAL PARK. DAY.&lt;br /&gt;Will and Jodie are biking together. Both wear their helmets and they are laughing. Will swerves to mock crash into Jodie, who giggles and swerves away from him.&lt;br /&gt;INT. JOE'S ICE CREAM SHOPPE. EVENING.&lt;br /&gt;Jodie and Will sit in a booth, heads together, eating from the same dish of ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;EXT. FIFTH AVENUE. EVENING.&lt;br /&gt;Jodie and Will walk together holding hands as they peer into shop windows. Jodie points to a skirt hanging in the window and Will makes a face at her. She turns away, laughing.&lt;br /&gt;INT. BALLET ACADEMY. NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;Jodie walks down the hallway, head down, lollygagging. Her mother is walking towards her at a brisk pace, looking directly at her. Jodie goes to walk by not even noticing her mother. Her mother shoots her hand out and grabs Jodie's arm.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;Oww.&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;JODIE(Startled)&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;Lisa said your dancing has been off lately.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;You talked to my instructors about me?&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER(Angry)&lt;br /&gt;No. They talked to me. She said you had been doing poorly and asked if you were feeling okay.&lt;br /&gt;Jodie looks at the floor, looking guilty.&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;I know what's going on, Jodie. Don't think I don't see what this boy is doing to your dancing. I know what it feels like to lose everything you have worked for.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to do that, Mother.&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but not as important as that boy is.&lt;br /&gt;Jodie says nothing to that and her mother stalks off angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later…&lt;br /&gt;A group of ballerinas stand huddled together, whispering.&lt;br /&gt;BALLERINA 1&lt;br /&gt;Do you think something is wrong with Jodie?&lt;br /&gt;BALLERINA 2&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. She doesn't look good.&lt;br /&gt;BALLERINA 3&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should ask her if everything is okay.&lt;br /&gt;BALLERINA 4&lt;br /&gt;She has been pushing herself way too hard lately.&lt;br /&gt;BALLERINA 2&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what she is trying to prove but she is going to make herself sick if she doesn't let up.&lt;br /&gt;They group goes back to silently watching Jodie dance.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Jodie. You can do this.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;I know you can. This is for all everyone. For Will and Mother and the instructors and even those annoying girls that are watching.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;You are the best goddamned dancer here and now you can show them.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;Rub it in.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;I just don't feel so good all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;I'm tried and shitty feeling.&lt;br /&gt;BALLERINA 3&lt;br /&gt;(Shocked)Oh my God! Jodie just fell.&lt;br /&gt;BALLERINA 1&lt;br /&gt;Hurry! Someone get a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;They all rush to Jodie's side where she is now lying on the floor. They shake her and call her name.&lt;br /&gt;BALLERINA 2&lt;br /&gt;Jodie! Jodie! Wake up! Call her mom.&lt;br /&gt;Two instructors rush in with the academy's doctor at their heels.&lt;br /&gt;INSTRUCTOR 1&lt;br /&gt;What happened here?&lt;br /&gt;(To the ballerina spectators)&lt;br /&gt;BALLERINA 1&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, sir. We were watching Jodie dance and she just collapsed.&lt;br /&gt;BALLERINA 2&lt;br /&gt;She has been pushing herself sir for the last two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;INSTRUCTOR 2&lt;br /&gt;That's what good dancers do, girls.&lt;br /&gt;INSTRUCTOR 1&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry. We’ll get her set up at the clinic. Go on now.&lt;br /&gt;The instructors and the doctor place Jodie on the gurney that had been wheeled in by a medic. They wheel her out to the waiting ambulance and load her into the doors. The ambulance drives off.&lt;br /&gt;Roni calls Will after she hears about Jodie. News travels fast when it concerns the academy's best dancer.&lt;br /&gt;RONI&lt;br /&gt;Hey it’s me.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;Hey.&lt;br /&gt;RONI&lt;br /&gt;Will, you need to go to the hospital. Jodie’s there. Go now.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God! I’m there.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but the dial tone buzzes in Roni's ear and she hangs up slowly.&lt;br /&gt;EXT. NEW YORK HOSPITAL. EVENING.&lt;br /&gt;Will rushes in the doors and heads straight to the reception desk where he briefly speaks to a woman. He goes to the elevators and to pushes the button for up. Stepping into the elevator, he hits the seventh floor button and rides up. Stepping out of the elevator, he walks to the nurse's station and is stopped in his tracks by someone that looks like an older version of Jodie.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;Hi. You must be Jodie's mom. She has told me so much about you.&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you're Will, I presume. My daughter doesn't have many boyfriends so I assume that's you.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's me. Where's Jodie? What's wrong with her?&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;She's in room 721. She is very dehydrated and sick.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;Can I see her?&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;If she wants to see you then yes. I can't say no if she wants to see you.&lt;br /&gt;Will and Mother walk towards the Jodie's room.&lt;br /&gt;Outside the door,&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you have some time.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;He walks into the room and stops dead in his tracks. Jodie is hooked up to many monitors and has lines running from her to machines. She appears to be sleeping but as he approaches the bed, she turns her head and looks at him.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing here?&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;I heard you were sick so I came to see you.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you should be here right now.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;What? Why do you say that?&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and this isn’t a good place for you.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;I want to be here with you, Jodie.&lt;br /&gt;Jodie turns her head away and shakes it.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;Now is just not a good time okay Will?&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE(Angrily she turns back to him)&lt;br /&gt;No, Will, and you never will. I have bulimia. I throw up everything I eat. Happy now?&lt;br /&gt;WILL(Horrified)&lt;br /&gt;Jodie! Why didn’t you ever tell me? We could have gotten you help.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;I don't need help. I just need to dance and for you to leave now.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;Jodie, please don't do this.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;I already have. Goodbye Will.&lt;br /&gt;(She turns her head away again and closes her eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will slowly turns and walks out of the room.Jodie sheds silent tears for something she doesn't believe she can have.&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Will.&lt;br /&gt;Will doesn't appear to hear her as he walks slowly down the corridor. He gets on the elevator and goes to the first floor where he walks from the hospital and fades from sight.End of Act 1... 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CENTRAL PARK. DAY.&lt;br /&gt;Will and Jodie are biking together. Both wear their helmets and they are laughing. Will swerves to mock crash into Jodie, who giggles and swerves away from him.&lt;br /&gt;INT. JOE'S ICE CREAM SHOPPE. EVENING.&lt;br /&gt;Jodie and Will sit in a booth, heads together, eating from the same dish of ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;EXT. FIFTH AVENUE. EVENING.&lt;br /&gt;Jodie and Will walk together holding hands as they peer into shop windows. Jodie points to a skirt hanging in the window and Will makes a face at her. She turns away, laughing.&lt;br /&gt;INT. BALLET ACADEMY. NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;Jodie walks down the hallway, head down, lollygagging. Her mother is walking towards her at a brisk pace, looking directly at her. Jodie goes to walk by not even noticing her mother. Her mother shoots her hand out and grabs Jodie's arm.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;Oww.&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;(Startled)&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;Lisa said your dancing has been off lately.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;You talked to my instructors about me?&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;(Angry)&lt;br /&gt;No. They talked to me. She said you had been doing poorly and asked if you were feeling okay.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;I know what's going on, Jodie. Don't think I don't see what this boy is doing to your dancing.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;That's all you ever care about. Dancing. What about me? I actually like Will and he likes me.&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;How do you know Jodie? It's not that I don't care about you, I do. I also know what it feels like to lose everything you have worked for.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to do that, Mother. Dancing is very important to me.&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but not as important as that boy is.&lt;br /&gt;Jodie says nothing to that and her mother stalks off angrily.&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later…&lt;br /&gt;A group of ballerinas stand huddled together, whispering.&lt;br /&gt;BALLERINA 1&lt;br /&gt;Do you think something is wrong with Jodie?&lt;br /&gt;BALLERINA 2&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. She doesn't look good.&lt;br /&gt;BALLERINA 3&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should ask her if everything is okay.&lt;br /&gt;BALLERINA 4&lt;br /&gt;She has been pushing herself way too hard lately.&lt;br /&gt;BALLERINA 2&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what she is trying to prove but she is going to make herself sick if she doesn't let up.&lt;br /&gt;They group goes back to silently watching Jodie dance.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Jodie. You can do this.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;I know you can. This is for all everyone. For Will and Mother and the instructors and even those annoying girls that are watching.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;You are the best goddamned dancer here and now you can show them.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;Rub it in.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;I just don't feel so good all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;I'm tried and shitty feeling.&lt;br /&gt;BALLERINA 3&lt;br /&gt;(Shocked)&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God! Jodie just fell.&lt;br /&gt;BALLERINA 1&lt;br /&gt;Hurry! Someone get a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;They all rush to Jodie's side where she is now lying on the floor. They shake her and call her name.&lt;br /&gt;BALLERINA 2&lt;br /&gt;Jodie! Jodie! Wake up! Call her mom.&lt;br /&gt;Two instructors rush in with the academy's doctor at their heels.&lt;br /&gt;INSTRUCTOR 1&lt;br /&gt;What happened here?&lt;br /&gt;(To the ballerina spectators)&lt;br /&gt;BALLERINA 1&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, sir. We were watching Jodie dance and she just collapsed.&lt;br /&gt;BALLERINA 2&lt;br /&gt;She has been pushing herself sir for the last two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;INSTRUCTOR 2&lt;br /&gt;That's what good dancers do, girls.&lt;br /&gt;INSTRUCTOR 1&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry. We’ll get her set up at the clinic. Go on now.&lt;br /&gt;The instructors and the doctor place Jodie on the gurney that had been wheeled in by a medic. They wheel her out to the waiting ambulance and load her into the doors. The ambulance drives off.&lt;br /&gt;Roni calls Will after she hears about Jodie. News travels fast when it concerns the academy's best dancer.&lt;br /&gt;RONI&lt;br /&gt;Hi Will. It's Roni.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;Hey, how are you? How's Matt?&lt;br /&gt;RONI&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we're good but that's not why I'm calling.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. What's up?&lt;br /&gt;RONI&lt;br /&gt;You're not going to be happy about this.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;Just tell. You are starting to scare me.&lt;br /&gt;RONI&lt;br /&gt;Jodie collapsed today at dance practice.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;What? Where is she?&lt;br /&gt;RONI&lt;br /&gt;At the hospital I think. She hasn't come back yet.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;Which one?&lt;br /&gt;RONI&lt;br /&gt;NYH.&lt;br /&gt;RONI&lt;br /&gt;Will... are you there?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but the dial tone buzzes in Roni's ear and she hangs up slowly.&lt;br /&gt;EXT. NEW YORK HOSPITAL. EVENING.&lt;br /&gt;Will rushes in the doors and heads straight to the reception desk where he briefly speaks to a woman. He goes to the elevators and to pushes the button for up. Stepping into the elevator, he hits the seventh floor button and rides up. Stepping out of the elevator, he walks to the nurse's station and is stopped in his tracks by someone that looks like an older version of Jodie.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;Hi. You must be Jodie's mom. She has told me so much about you.&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you're Will, I presume. My daughter doesn't have many boyfriends so I assume that's you.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's me. Where's Jodie? What's wrong with her?&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;She's in room 721. She is very dehydrated and sick.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;Can I see her?&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;If she wants to see you then yes. I can't say no if she wants to see you.&lt;br /&gt;Will and Mother walk towards the Jodie's room.&lt;br /&gt;Outside the door,&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you have some time.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;He walks into the room and stops dead in his tracks. Jodie is hooked up to many monitors and has lines running from her to machines. She appears to be sleeping but as he approaches the bed, she turns her head and looks at him.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing here?&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;I heard you were sick so I came to see you.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you should be here right now.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;What? Why do you say that?&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and this isn’t a good place for you.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;I want to be here with you, Jodie.&lt;br /&gt;Jodie turns her head away and shakes it.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;Now is just not a good time okay Will?&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;(Angrily she turns back to him)&lt;br /&gt;No, Will, and you never will. I have bulimia. I throw up everything I eat. Happy now?&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;(Horrified)&lt;br /&gt;Jodie! Why didn’t you ever tell me? We could have gotten you help.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;I don't need help. I just need to dance and for you to leave now.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;Jodie, please don't do this.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;I already have. Goodbye Will.&lt;br /&gt;(She turns her head away again and closes her eyes)&lt;br /&gt;Will slowly turns and walks out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;Jodie sheds silent tears for something she doesn't believe she can have.&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Will.&lt;br /&gt;Will doesn't appear to hear her as he walks slowly down the corridor. He gets on the elevator and goes to the first floor where he walks from the hospital and fades from sight.&lt;br /&gt;End of Act 1... Act 2 acceptance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/61152319990651949-160101552475129854?l=missfitts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfitts.blogspot.com/feeds/160101552475129854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=61152319990651949&amp;postID=160101552475129854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61152319990651949/posts/default/160101552475129854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61152319990651949/posts/default/160101552475129854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfitts.blogspot.com/2008/05/week-14.html' title='Week 14'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61152319990651949.post-6998317818770369089</id><published>2008-05-01T20:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T20:58:50.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 13 something old and something new</title><content type='html'>INT. LAYTON HIGH SCHOOL. BOYS LOCKER ROOM. DAY.&lt;br /&gt;Two boys, one dark and one fair, lean against lockers clad only in white towels. They are both adolescents but nearly manhood. Many young men scramble around in the background wearing towels. Steam floats around in the room.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time for dating, man.&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;Dude! You're life is nothing but football and boring shit. You need to live a little, my friend. Get out; experience the world... and the honeys.&lt;br /&gt;Will and Matt both drop their towels and pull on boxers with pants right behind.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;I don't date. Period.MATT&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, no shit. When is the last time you left the house? And I don't mean running to the store for your moms.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;Umm… It wasn't that long ago but I'm shy.&lt;br /&gt;(Laughs)You know me. I got plans and I don't want no girl messin' that up.&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;I know, man. But plans be damned. We're goin' out. I know a girl.&lt;br /&gt;WILL(Sarcastic)&lt;br /&gt;You know a girl? Besides your girl? And I thought you were whipped.&lt;br /&gt;Matt pulls his shirt over his head.&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;(Not phased by Will's remarks.)&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Leave it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will pulls his shirt on and sits to get his shoes on. He ties his laces and stands.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;Don't be dissappointin' me man. I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;Matt slides his feet into sandals and claps Will's shoulder. He walks out of the locker room. Will watches him and then makes his way to the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. LAYTON HIGH SCHOOL. DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt walks to a group of girls that are hanging by the stairs. Some girls are sitting on the stairs, some standing, talking. A tan skinned girl notices Matt and waves.&lt;br /&gt;VERONICA&lt;br /&gt;Matt. Hi. Is practice over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt walks to her and puts his arm around her waist. He nods to the other girls and pulls the tan skinned girl a little from the group. He turns to her, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, baby girl. Hey, I gotta question for you. You still hang with that girl, you know, the dancer?&lt;br /&gt;VERONICA&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we still hang out and go to practice together. She is way outta my league though. She's perfect.&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;No, girl. You're perfect. Anyways, I was thinking maybe you can call her and ask if she wants to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERONICA(Astonished)&lt;br /&gt;With you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;Roni! You crazy? You're my woman.&lt;br /&gt;(Matt hugs her to his chest and then pushes her away to look her in the face.)&lt;br /&gt;No, for Will. He's lonely and needs to get outta the house. We can double date or something. Movies, bowling, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERONICA&lt;br /&gt;You really want this, huh.&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;It's for Will. He needs this. The boy is slippin'. All he thinks about id football and I think he’s gonna break if he doesn’t let up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;VERONICA&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'll see what I can do. See you tonight? I'll call you and see what I come up with.&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'll be waitin'.&lt;br /&gt;Veronica kisses Matt and walks back to her group. She is pulling her cell phone out of her purse while Matt walks away. He moves to a car in the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;EXT. NEWMAN'S BOWLING LANES. LAYTON. EVENING.&lt;br /&gt;Matt and Will walk to the bowling alley as the day is turning to dusk. As they approach, the building two figures that are hard to make out in the pending darkness, wave. The guys walk up to the figures and as they get closer you see it is the two girls. One is Veronica and the other is unknown, the blind date, the dancer.&lt;br /&gt;VERONICA&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys. Took you long enough!&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;Girl, don't be bitchin'. Introduce my man here.&lt;br /&gt;VERONICA&lt;br /&gt;Will, nice to see ya, been awhile. So, Jodie, this is Will. Will, this is Jodie. She's my friend from school.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to meet you Jodie. A pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;(Will's eyes take in the girl in front of him. Not missing one detail.)&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to meet you. I have heard a lot about both of you from Roni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and Veronica join hands and start walking to the alley front door. That leaves Will and Jodie to follow by themselves behind the other couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. NEWMAN'S BOWLING ALLEY. EVENING.&lt;br /&gt;Two young male adults and two young female adults enter the bowling alley from a side door. They walk to the register and stop. An employee stands in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;Hey man. Can you hook us up with a lane?&lt;br /&gt;ALLEY EMPLOYEE&lt;br /&gt;Sure, how many are bowling?&lt;br /&gt;Matt turns to the others.&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;Ummm.. four. You bowling, right, Jodie?&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Matt turns back to the employee and hands him some money. The employee hits a couple of buttons on the register and bends down to find some shoes for them.&lt;br /&gt;ALLEY EMPLOYEE&lt;br /&gt;What size shoes you all want?&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;Eight.&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;Twelve and a half.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;Same.&lt;br /&gt;RONI&lt;br /&gt;Eight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The employee hands places the shoes on the counter as they say the sizes and the young people take their separate shoes. They walk to their lane and sit in the available chairs to put their shoes on.&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;(Jokingly)&lt;br /&gt;So Jodie, what do you think of Will so far?&lt;br /&gt;RONI&lt;br /&gt;(warning)&lt;br /&gt;Matt!!&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;(glancing at Will, she turns away quickly.)&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't really know him yet but he is okay so far.&lt;br /&gt;WILL(sarcastic)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;A short time later...Jodie stands before the lane clutching a ball to her chest. She looks nervous.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;Like this?&lt;br /&gt;She looks to the others who are all reclining in their chairs.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, just roll it on down there.&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;You've never done this before?&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;She turns forward, bends and releases the ball down the lane. It rolls and rolls before making a resounding clanking sound as it hits the pins. Jodie jumps in the air. The others give a loud yell. She leaps back to her seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later...&lt;br /&gt;Will and Jodie sit side by side in chairs talking intently. Will whispers something in Jodie's ear and she leans back, laughing. Matt and Roni look over at them, look at each other and shrug.&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;Look like they are getting along okay.&lt;br /&gt;RONI&lt;br /&gt;I would say so. That's nice. Jodie needs a break.&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I hope they can help each other out with that.&lt;br /&gt;MATT yells to the two "love birds".&lt;br /&gt;You guys up for some food.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;(Exuberantly)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, man. I thought you would never ask!!! Pizza and fries man!&lt;br /&gt;Laughs from Roni and Matt.&lt;br /&gt;RONI&lt;br /&gt;Pizza it is. Is that okay with you, Jodie?&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;Yeah sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Flashback for Jodie)&lt;br /&gt;A little girl about six, sits at the table looking forlorn.&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;Jodie! What did I tell you? If you don't eat your vegetables, then nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;Jodie looks up with tears in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;Mom! You promised! You said I could have a sweet cake if I practiced hard for you.&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;And so you did and so I did but you haven't eaten what I told you too so the deal is off until that happens.&lt;br /&gt;Jodie sits in her chair looking at her mother with tears streaming down her face.&lt;br /&gt;Time moves by and it becomes dark in the house. The lights have been all turned off and all are silent, sleeping. A shadow creeps in the night, though. Stealthily down the stairs and to the pantry. The shadow opens the door quietly and a small hand reaches for a box of dessert cakes. Nothing is seen but the sound of cellophane is heard rustling in the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;A light suddenly flips on illuminating the darkness and Jodie appears sitting on the floor with wrappers all around her and sweet cakes gone.&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;Jodie!! What have you done? I have never been more disappointed then right now.&lt;br /&gt;Jodie turns her face and silently cries.&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's time you attend that private school we have been talking about.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;No, Mom! I don't want to go. I want to stay here with you and Mr. Perkins, my bear.&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;Jodie, it's time for you to put your studies first. If you want to be dancer the you have to apply yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Jodie sobs and cries on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;Jodie, Jodie. It won't be that bad. You'll have fun. Wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;Jodie gets off the floor and runs upstairs to the bathroom where she is sick.&lt;br /&gt;(End flashback)Fade back to bowling alley.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt; Jodie? Are you okay?&lt;br /&gt;Jodie visibly starts.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I'm okay. I was just thinking about something.&lt;br /&gt;Will continues to peer at her.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt; It must not have been too good a memory. You didn't look too happy.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I'm okay now. Let's eat.&lt;br /&gt;A while later, everyone is sitting around the table laughing and having a good time with pizza and fries on their plates in front of them. All are eating except for Jodie who is randomly pushing around the fries and pizza. Every now and then she will break off a piece  and stick it is napkin when she is sure no one else is looking.&lt;br /&gt;Jodie doesn't see but Will is peering a her from the side of his eyes and he is noticing her unusual habits. He doesn't comment though.&lt;br /&gt;The evening is winding down and the couples are done bowling and eating. Will offers to walk Jodie back to school.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;You still hungry. I noticed that you didn't eat much at dinner. Why didn't you tell anyone you didn't like pizza?&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;(Shocked)&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think anyone saw me. I didn't say anything because it would have been rude and I barely know all of you. I didn't want to make a bad impression.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;You could have just said. No harm, no foul, girl.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;(smiles at Will)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being so understanding and thank you for the great evening. It was fun and I hope we can do it some other time.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;(smiles back at Jodie and grabs her hand)&lt;br /&gt;I hope we can too. I have practice on Thursday and Friday nights but football season is over soon and then I have some time free.&lt;br /&gt;They continue to walk and stop in front of glass doors that lead to the academy.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;It was a pleasure, Jodie. Here's my number. Call me.&lt;br /&gt;Will scratches a number onto s piece of paper pulled from his pocket and hands it to Jodie, who puts it into her pocket.&lt;br /&gt;Will releases her hand and starts to walk away.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;Hey Will!&lt;br /&gt;He turns back to her.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;I am very serious about dancing and  don't know what kinda time I am going to have for this but I want to try to make it work.&lt;br /&gt;Will grins.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;I just want to date not get married. Give us some time.&lt;br /&gt;He turns and walks away. Jodie watches him go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/61152319990651949-6998317818770369089?l=missfitts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfitts.blogspot.com/feeds/6998317818770369089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=61152319990651949&amp;postID=6998317818770369089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61152319990651949/posts/default/6998317818770369089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61152319990651949/posts/default/6998317818770369089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfitts.blogspot.com/2008/05/week-13-something-old-and-something-new.html' title='Week 13 something old and something new'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61152319990651949.post-1872821616275362431</id><published>2008-04-23T18:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T18:15:03.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>week 12</title><content type='html'>INT. BIG AL'S BOWLING ALLEY. EVENING.&lt;br /&gt;Two young male adults and two young female adults enter the bowling alley from a side door. They walk to the register and stop. An employee stands in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;Hey man. Can you hook us up with a lane?&lt;br /&gt;ALLEY EMPLOYEE&lt;br /&gt;Sure, how many are bowling?&lt;br /&gt;Matt turns to the others.&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;Ummm.. four. You bowling, right, Jodie?&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Matt turns back to the employee and hands him some money. The employee hits a couple of buttons on the register and bends down to find some shoes for them.&lt;br /&gt;ALLEY EMPLOYEE&lt;br /&gt;What size shoes you all want?&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;Eight.&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;Twelve and a half.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;Same.&lt;br /&gt;RONI&lt;br /&gt;Eight.&lt;br /&gt;The employee hands places the shoes on the counter as they say the sizes and the young people take their seperate shoes. They walk to their lane and sit in the available chairs to put their shoes on.&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;(Jokingly)&lt;br /&gt;So Jodie, what do you think of Will so far?&lt;br /&gt;RONI&lt;br /&gt;(warning)&lt;br /&gt;Matt!!&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;(glancing at Will, she turns away quickly.)&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't really know him yet but he is okay so far.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;(sarcastic)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;A short time later...&lt;br /&gt;Jodie stands before the lane clutching a ball to her chest. She looks nervous.&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;Like this?&lt;br /&gt;She looks to the others who are all reclining in their chairs.&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, just roll it on down there.&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;You've never done this before?&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;She bends and releases the ball down the lane. It rools and rolls before making a resounding clanking sound as it hits the pins.&lt;br /&gt;Jodie jumps in the air. The others give a loud yell. She leaps back to her seat.&lt;br /&gt;Later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/61152319990651949-1872821616275362431?l=missfitts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfitts.blogspot.com/feeds/1872821616275362431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=61152319990651949&amp;postID=1872821616275362431' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61152319990651949/posts/default/1872821616275362431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61152319990651949/posts/default/1872821616275362431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfitts.blogspot.com/2008/04/week-12.html' title='week 12'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61152319990651949.post-6442519562546567821</id><published>2008-04-23T17:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T17:30:12.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 11</title><content type='html'>Outline&lt;br /&gt;Scene 1:&lt;br /&gt;Will and Jodie meet each other for the first time with some mutual friends. Will is friends with Matt who is Veronica’s boyfriend. Roni is Jodie friend from dance school. Jodie is nervous about dating anyone because dancing means so much to her. He also isn’t sure how her mother will react when she finds out.&lt;br /&gt;Jodie’s mom wants Jodie to just focus on her dancing so she can become a star. Jodie’s mother is living vicariously through Jodie because she wanted to be a dancer and was never able to. Jodie does what her mother wants her to do because she doesn’t want anything more than what her mother wants. Jodie’s mother has a lot of say in Jodie’s life although Jodie is nineteen and has been living at the ballet school for many years. As Jodie hasn’t had a lot of friends outside the dancing school and no other parental figure she leans to her mother for most everything. That also means she listens to what hr mom has to say.&lt;br /&gt;Jodie has developed an eating disorder because body image is so prominent in the dancing world. After watching a fellow dancer be sent home for not having the “right body type”, Jodie knows she must keep on top of her weight at all times. She also knows that at any time someone could come in and be a better dancer than her so she must always strive for perfection when she dances.&lt;br /&gt;That is the reason Jodie doesn’t date because she only has so many years as a dancer and she wants to make the best of them. Meeting Will makes her nervous because she doesn’t know how he will respond to her dancing ethic and she doesn’t want anyone to find out about the eating disorder.&lt;br /&gt;Will is interested in Jodie because he wants to lose himself in her to forget about his own problems.&lt;br /&gt;Quickly Will and Jodie hit it off. Jodie eventually tries to push Will away because she is becoming too close to him and that puts her dancing at risk or so her mother says. Her mother tells Jodie to lose the boyfriend because he is ruining her chances for dancing professionally. Jodie isn’t willing to do that so she pushes herself harder so she can have it all. Love and keeping her mother happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/61152319990651949-6442519562546567821?l=missfitts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfitts.blogspot.com/feeds/6442519562546567821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=61152319990651949&amp;postID=6442519562546567821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61152319990651949/posts/default/6442519562546567821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61152319990651949/posts/default/6442519562546567821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfitts.blogspot.com/2008/04/week-11.html' title='Week 11'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61152319990651949.post-81310637589617589</id><published>2008-04-07T19:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:46:04.217-04:00</updated><title type='text'>week 8</title><content type='html'>Green and Purple Grapes of the Gods&lt;br /&gt;EXT. MAIN ST, WATERVILLE. LATE MORNING.&lt;br /&gt;Strolling along the Concourse streets, Rocky examines the wares at the street bake sale held by the local religious factions. Here he is soothed and he can chat the church ladies up. Scones and dry plums sit at the table.&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;Good morning to you. How are you?&lt;br /&gt;FIRST CHURCH LADY&lt;br /&gt;Fine.&lt;br /&gt;(She doesn't smile.)&lt;br /&gt;Rocky moves on. He knows where&lt;br /&gt;He won't find any company. Her&lt;br /&gt;Food is a lot like her personality.&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;Nice looking crust.&lt;br /&gt;SECOND CHURCH LADY&lt;br /&gt;Why thank you. Would you like a pie?&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;I can't. It would be a waste as it's only me at home to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;SECOND CHURCH LADY&lt;br /&gt;What a shame.&lt;br /&gt;Rocky moves along, knowing she doesn't want to help him either. Rocky spies some crazily decorated cookies and cupcakes. Standing next to them is a woman with long loose hair and crazed eyes. Worth a second look, he thinks.&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;Very slick.&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY CHURCH LADY&lt;br /&gt;Bless him. What can I sell you this morning?&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;Just tire-kickin', I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY CHURCH LADY&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;(Her eyes unfocus and the crazy look reappears.)&lt;br /&gt;Rocky liked that look better than the focused one.&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;What have you got to tempt me?&lt;br /&gt;Behind ROCKY,&lt;br /&gt;LILITH&lt;br /&gt;The serpent tempted me and I ate.&lt;br /&gt;Rocky turns and sees a woman with a tiny dancer’s body, helmet of dark hair and green eyes holding a pitcher of what appears to be grape juice.&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;The serpent beguiled me and I did eat. Maybe it’s different for U-U’s. But you can’t beat the KJV for poetry.&lt;br /&gt;LILITH&lt;br /&gt;'Beguiled’ is a nice touch, I admit. What can I beguile you with?&lt;br /&gt;(She smiles with the air of an accomplished flirt.)&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;Anything at all. What have you got?&lt;br /&gt;(Smiles back.)&lt;br /&gt;LILITH&lt;br /&gt;How about the Green and Purple Grapes of the Gods? Right out of the cooler in my car.&lt;br /&gt;(She clinks ice together in the pitcher.)&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;Green and purple grapes of God?&lt;br /&gt;LILITH&lt;br /&gt;That’s what it’s called, but I’m not giving recipes or information away to free-riders.&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;Tire-kickers.&lt;br /&gt;LILITH&lt;br /&gt;Exactly. A dollar to satisfy your curiosity and your thirst.&lt;br /&gt;(Both smile, insolent and bold.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;An offer like that, I’d be a fool not to.&lt;br /&gt;Rocky pays her some money, take a sip, chokes and coughs a little.&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;You made this yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;(Eyes watering.)&lt;br /&gt;LILITH&lt;br /&gt;Does that matter?&lt;br /&gt;(Defensive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;It's starting to ferment.&lt;br /&gt;LILITH&lt;br /&gt;It’s been refrigerated.&lt;br /&gt;(Sounding annoyed and skeptical)&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;Depends on the yeasts on the grapes. Some of them can kick in at very low temperatures.&lt;br /&gt;LILITH&lt;br /&gt;You sound very expert. Homebrewer, winemaker?&lt;br /&gt;(Dismissive of his pastimes.)&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;In my dark past. Never again, pray god.&lt;br /&gt;Rocky hands her the cup and she drinks from it.&lt;br /&gt;LILITH&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit. Let me get you a refund.&lt;br /&gt;(Apologetic)&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t you use that buck towards a cup of coffee for me when you get off here?&lt;br /&gt;She smiles coyly.&lt;br /&gt;LILITH&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, this money is for fundraising. It just wouldn't be right.&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it’ll have to be my treat then. Coffee Shack? When are you done?&lt;br /&gt;She checks out his shoes and jeans without her smile. Appraising the merchandise.&lt;br /&gt;LILITH&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;Rocky isn't bothered by the brush-off. He had told murderers and rapists that if they even looked him up after they were released he would kill them.&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;I thought we could trade recipes. You’d tell me the secrets of Green and Purple Grapes of the Gods, and I’d tell you how to make pruno.&lt;br /&gt;LILITH&lt;br /&gt;Pruno?&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;Pruno. Juice, jump, jack, brew, chalk, buck, jailhouse hooch. From back in the day. ‘I fought the law and the law won.’&lt;br /&gt;She stands and pulls the hem of her shift down before sitting again.&lt;br /&gt;LILITH&lt;br /&gt;Have you had much luck with that?&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;As a pick-up line? Some. Wait til you see my homemade tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;She laughs. Offers him her hand.&lt;br /&gt;LILITH&lt;br /&gt;I'm Lilith.&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;Rocky.&lt;br /&gt;LILITH&lt;br /&gt;My ex-con is named Rocky?&lt;br /&gt;Rocky hears the possessive pronoun for sure.&lt;br /&gt;LILITH&lt;br /&gt;Eleven it is then and please be a gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;Rocky's eyes suddenly fill with tears for a reason he can't describe so he nods and walks away quickly.&lt;br /&gt;INT. LILITHS APARTMENT. ONE WEEK LATER. DINNER TIME. - EVENING&lt;br /&gt;Her refrigerator appalled him. Inside was a nearly-empty bottle of Gallo pinot gris, another of Poland Spring still water, a shriveled beefsteak tomato, the remains of the lemons she’d stripped the zest from for the Green and Purple Grapes of the Gods, and a two-foot square marble pastry board.&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;Are you anorexic?&lt;br /&gt;He already knew her answer, refusal, denial and she wouldn't stoop that low to answer a question like that.&lt;br /&gt;Rocky hauls out the pastry board.&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;Can I tempt you?&lt;br /&gt;LILITH&lt;br /&gt;You already beguile me enough, my Sicilian serpent.&lt;br /&gt;(Leans against him)&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;Cannoli? Pasticciotti? Sfogliatelle?&lt;br /&gt;LILITH&lt;br /&gt;Can you do anything outside the boot?&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;Yo, lady, howsabout a cheese danish?&lt;br /&gt;She is unfazed by his comments.&lt;br /&gt;LILITH&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make zucchini fritters for dinner and whatever else goes with them.&lt;br /&gt;A nice swordfish steak went with them, since he was in Hannaford anyway buying pastry flour. And a decent sauvignon blanc. Some espresso. A few other things whose existence still seemed a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;Lilith ignored his cannoli. He noticed but was helpless to say anything.&lt;br /&gt;LILITH&lt;br /&gt;How did a nice guy like you end up in jail?&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;The papers called me the ‘Gentleman Bank Robber.’ Typed notes, perfect grammar and punctuation, factual without being threatening. Always a charming smile for the tellers.&lt;br /&gt;LILITH&lt;br /&gt;(Questioning)&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mean to frighten you, and I apologize in advance, but I am armed. Please fill the bag. I don’t want to hurt anyone. Thanks in advance for your cooperation.&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;Like that. The actual instructions were a little more technical. One wants the bag filled with certain things, not others. I was at the Augusta branch of Key Bank. I passed the note and two seconds later I was flat on the floor, a gun in my ear, getting cuffed. The guy behind me in line was an off-duty state trooper.&lt;br /&gt;LILITH&lt;br /&gt;(Snorts out loud)&lt;br /&gt;What did you do?&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;I shouted, ‘Help, I’m being mugged.’ Then he shouted, ‘I’m a cop!’ And I shouted, “ID, show me some ID.’ Next thing I knew, I was in a six-by-nine making pruno.&lt;br /&gt;LILITH&lt;br /&gt;(Giggles, holding her hand to her mouth.)&lt;br /&gt;And now you're a pastry chef.&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;Cannoli, pasticciotti, sfogliatelle, millefoligie-&lt;br /&gt;LILITH&lt;br /&gt;And I’m a college professor.&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;(Deadpan expression on his face)&lt;br /&gt;And I’m a Sicilian.&lt;br /&gt;LILITH&lt;br /&gt;(same expression on hers)&lt;br /&gt;And I’m a WASP.&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;And I love food.&lt;br /&gt;LILITH&lt;br /&gt;(Not smiling)&lt;br /&gt;And I’m anorexic.&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;(Same serious tone being used)&lt;br /&gt;And I’m a charming sociopath.&lt;br /&gt;LILITH&lt;br /&gt;Are you?&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think so. Hard to know.&lt;br /&gt;LILITH&lt;br /&gt;(Mock awe)&lt;br /&gt;You sure charmed your way into my panties.&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;(Mock seriousness)&lt;br /&gt;That would just be a first step for the charming sociopath. He’d be poking around, digging up your social security and credit card numbers, trying to figure out how much you were worth….&lt;br /&gt;LILITH&lt;br /&gt;Are you doing that?&lt;br /&gt;Rocky stand, walks around the table where he kneels and lays his head on her lap.&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;Charming my way into your panties seems enough.&lt;br /&gt;LILITH&lt;br /&gt;(Her eyes sad and somber)&lt;br /&gt;So this is just a slight and sweet confection. And that’s all.&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;(Just a serious as her)&lt;br /&gt;Lilith, try one of my confections before you let your analogies ride off in a dozen directions.&lt;br /&gt;Her hand--delicate, graceful, and expressive--reached toward the plate. She did not let her eyes leave his face. She picked up the cannoli. And she did eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/61152319990651949-81310637589617589?l=missfitts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfitts.blogspot.com/feeds/81310637589617589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=61152319990651949&amp;postID=81310637589617589' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61152319990651949/posts/default/81310637589617589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61152319990651949/posts/default/81310637589617589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfitts.blogspot.com/2008/04/week-8.html' title='week 8'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61152319990651949.post-8717050343797156627</id><published>2008-04-02T14:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T15:03:22.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 9 con't</title><content type='html'>So Scene one is complete with three "acts". That leaves me with a hole to fill called Scene two and three.&lt;br /&gt;Now that Jodie and Will are progressing with their relationship, two things are realized by them both. One, Will loves Jodie and will do anything to be with her. Two, Jodie isn't sure of her love for anything much less about Will. She is unsure if he likes her because she is a dancer or for herself. Will has to prove his love to her by rushing to her side when she gets sick and is admitted to the hospital. There at the hospital, Will and the world find out that Jodie has an eating disorder and her life must change drastically for her to continued health. Jodie is to attend counseling and therapy for her issue. She tries to push Will away because she believes that she isn't good enough for him and that it is for his own good but Will hangs on. Through thick and thin. Time goes on and Jodie starts to get things straight in her head.&lt;br /&gt;Scene three is the day that Jodie is released from the clinic where she has been staying for therapy and counseling and Will is there to help her to her new apartment. Some changes have been made by Jodie and her mom who has now been made aware that Jodie is sick and needs help. The dreams of Jodie's mom go up in smoke but at least she has her daughter and after time she realizes that is better than having a dancer.&lt;br /&gt;Jodie figures out that Will isn't leaving and settles down to a new start of attending a college where she won't be dancing anymore. She wants a normal life doing normal things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/61152319990651949-8717050343797156627?l=missfitts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfitts.blogspot.com/feeds/8717050343797156627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=61152319990651949&amp;postID=8717050343797156627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61152319990651949/posts/default/8717050343797156627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61152319990651949/posts/default/8717050343797156627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfitts.blogspot.com/2008/04/week-9-cont.html' title='Week 9 con&apos;t'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61152319990651949.post-4952847130021886227</id><published>2008-04-02T14:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:55:48.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 10</title><content type='html'>Will may have his own issues but after a short time of getting to know Jodie, he falls in love with her and suddenly his problems don't compare to her. He will save her even if it is from herself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/61152319990651949-4952847130021886227?l=missfitts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfitts.blogspot.com/feeds/4952847130021886227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=61152319990651949&amp;postID=4952847130021886227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61152319990651949/posts/default/4952847130021886227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61152319990651949/posts/default/4952847130021886227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfitts.blogspot.com/2008/04/week-10.html' title='Week 10'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61152319990651949.post-3093618369852670241</id><published>2008-04-02T14:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:54:48.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 10 Characters</title><content type='html'>Jodie&lt;br /&gt;Jodie is not a nice girl nor is she a mean girl. She tells it how it is, blunt and truthful, But the truth hurts and not everyone wants to hear it. That aspect has never allowed her a lot of friends. She is a ballet dancer and despite what people say, she didn't become a ballet dancer by having a lot of friends. It's a one people sport and she has to rely on herself a lot. She lives at a school where she studied her dancing and also takes normal classes. Jodie has lived there since she was four years old per her mother's wishes.&lt;br /&gt;Her mother is overbearing and pushes Jodie to dance harder. Ballet is all that Jodie knows as she was never allowed to do anything else when she was growing up. Jodie is a great dancer. All her teachers tell her that she could be accepted into a company. Her relationship with her mother is complex and difficult at best. her mother wants her to be primadonna ballet dancer at school and Jodie is working her butt off to make this happen for her mother. Although Jodie and her mother have a difficult relationship sometimes, Jodie knows how much it means to her mother that Jodie become a ballerina. Jodie has conflicting emotions about dancing, sometimes she loves it as much as her mother wants her to and then other times she just wants to be a normal teenager.&lt;br /&gt;She is 5'7'', thin and graceful as a ballerina should be. Willowy with long arms and legs. Probably maximum 100lbs and weight is a big factor with dancing. She has long brown hair and wide deep set brown eyes and straight even white teeth.&lt;br /&gt;Jodie has conflicting emotions. She wants to be normal and not have to watch what she eats. Over time Jodie has become used to the regiments of ballet and has developed bulimia. She only keeps a small portion of food a day to give her some energy to dance but she never discusses her pain or health to anyone. It's just not done. Jodie wants to hang out and make friends as she doesn't have any who aren't dancers. But is is hard to do both. Be normal and be a teenage ballerina. Jodie wants to make her mother happy and she wants to be happy herself but she can't have it both ways.&lt;br /&gt;As the scene starts Jodie is meeting with some new friends that she met at a club. She had sneaked away for some time to hang out with friends and her mother has no idea. Jodie and her friends are going to a movie and some dinner which is pizza and fries. Jodie doesn't eat for a while but eventually gives in to one slice. The evening winds down to a male friend and Jodie walking back to school eating cotton candy. They leave each other and Jodie immediately knows that now she is back at school and on different ground that she has done bad things. Eating junk food. What is she going to do? She has to get rid of it and does but is Jodie making herself sick and doesn't even know it yet?&lt;br /&gt;Will&lt;br /&gt;Will has always wanted to play football. He used all his school vacations going to football camps and was born and bred to play. His mama told him that his daddy used to play ball in high school. He loves every minute of it.Will was left with his mother when he was only six years old. His father left with no warning to either and neither Will nor his mother make it a point to talk about him much. Will and his mom have a deep bond and a loving relationship. She works two jobs to give him the things he needs and Will is greatly appreciative and doesn't cause his mom any problems.He hopes that one day a football scout will see him play and he will get the scholarship that he deserves. He prays that one day he will be able to repay his mother for all the things she has sacrificed for him. he loves his mother and would be lost without her.Will has a good football body with a height of 6'3'', big boned body and wide shoulders. A hefty frame and wide shoulders, brown hair and brown eyes. 320 lbs.Will has a part time job and is an active member in his life. he doesn't let his life pass him by but rather spends every minute trying to repay his mother for the things she has given him. He doesn't go out and party all night but studies and devotes his time to practicing football because he knows that is the only thing going to get him into college.Lately Will has felt the pressure come down on him, Everything is riding on how well he plays football. Not only playing football but with the massive amounts of schoolwork that is laid on a junior, he doesn't have a lot of downtime. Will is starting to get stressed and that could lead to carelessness. He feels he might need something to help him play his best and win that scholarship.So the scene starts with Will at football practice. He and some other players are in the locker room and one of the guys is talking about steroids. He said he doesn't take them but if any of the guys want some he knows where to find them. Will stands conflicted. he could be offered a chance to set everything on a straight path if he takes the drugs but he knows his mama would kill him if she ever found out. Not to mention if the scouts found out he would be eliminated from their options. So what is he to do, take the drugs and win the scholarship at risk of losing everything or go drug free and maybe not have the power or impression to leave behind with the scouts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/61152319990651949-3093618369852670241?l=missfitts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfitts.blogspot.com/feeds/3093618369852670241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=61152319990651949&amp;postID=3093618369852670241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61152319990651949/posts/default/3093618369852670241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61152319990651949/posts/default/3093618369852670241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfitts.blogspot.com/2008/04/week-10-characters.html' title='Week 10 Characters'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61152319990651949.post-1940965852766381510</id><published>2008-03-23T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T20:59:40.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 9</title><content type='html'>First Act :&lt;br /&gt;Characters : Will and Jodie, Veronica and Matt&lt;br /&gt;Scene: A bowling alley where they all meet up. Will and Matt are friends and Jodie and Veronica know each other from dance school. Matt and Veronica are dating so there is chemistry but we focus on the characters of Jodie and Will. Will is attracted to Jodie but he doesn’t know that she has an eating disorder. Jodie spends most of her time away from people her own age and very rarely has the time to do anything age orientated like having fun at a bowling alley. She is excited to meet Will but we aren’t sure if that is because she doesn’t get out much or if the feeling is genuine. They meet and go into the alley where they all start a game of ten pin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Act :&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Will and Jodie, Matt and Veronica&lt;br /&gt;Scene: Everyone is getting to know each other. The foursome is bowling and having a good time. The boys take the initiative and order some fun food including pizza and soda, French fries and the usual junk. Jodie is freaking out quietly but she isn’t quite successful in hiding her dislike and Will gets nervous. Maybe she doesn’t like him or maybe she isn’t having a good time? Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash back: Jodie is eating a cupcake. A small innocent cupcake and she is ten years old. Her mother appears and she sees some left over frosting on Jodie’s face. The mother is mad at Jodie and tells her that she needs to watch her figure. How is Jodie going to be a dancer if she is heavy? Her partner will never be able to lift her. Fade out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Act:&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Will and Jodie&lt;br /&gt;Scene: Two weeks later.&lt;br /&gt;Jodie and Will are on an outing to the harbor. They eat a donut and some minutes later Jodie disappears into the bathroom. Will is worried that something is wrong so he sends Matt’s girlfriend in to check on Jodie. She comes back and says that Jodie isn’t feeling well. Will worries and when Jodie comes back he takes her back to school so she can rest. Will has started to develop feelings for Jodie and the same for her. Can Will help Jodie over come her issue and more on to a normal life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/61152319990651949-1940965852766381510?l=missfitts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfitts.blogspot.com/feeds/1940965852766381510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=61152319990651949&amp;postID=1940965852766381510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61152319990651949/posts/default/1940965852766381510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61152319990651949/posts/default/1940965852766381510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfitts.blogspot.com/2008/03/week-9.html' title='Week 9'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61152319990651949.post-4801199723090131892</id><published>2008-03-09T20:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T20:55:45.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 7</title><content type='html'>INT. LAYTON HIGH SCHOOL. BOYS LOCKER ROOM. DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two boys, one dark and one fair, lean against lockers clad only in white towels. They are both adolescents but nearly manhood. Many young men scramble around in the background wearing towels. Steam floats around in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time for dating, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude! You're life is nothing but football and boring shit. You need to live a little, my friend. Get out; experience the world... and the honeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will and Matt both drop their towels and pull on boxers with pants right behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't date. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, no shit. When is the last time you left the house? And I don't mean running to the store for your moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm… It wasn't that long ago but I'm shy.&lt;br /&gt;(Laughs)&lt;br /&gt;You know me. I got plans and I don't want no girl messin' that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, man. But plans be damned. We're goin' out. I know a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sarcastic)&lt;br /&gt;You know a girl? Besides your girl? And I thought you were whipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt pulls his shirt over his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Not phased by Will's remarks.)&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Leave it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will pulls his shirt on and sits to get his shoes on. He ties his laces and stands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be dissappointin' me man. I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt slides his feet into sandals and claps Will's shoulder. He walks out of the locker room. Will watches him and then makes his way to the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. LAYTON HIGH SCHOOL. DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt walks to a group of girls that are hanging by the stairs. Some girls are sitting on the stairs, some standing, talking. A tan skinned girl notices Matt and waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERONICA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt. Hi. Is practice over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt walks to her and puts his arm around her waist. He nods to the other girls and pulls the tan skinned girl a little from the group. He turns to her, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, baby girl. Hey, I gotta question for you. You still hang with that girl, you know, the dancer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERONICA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we still hang out and go to practice together. She is way outta my league though. She's perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, girl. You're perfect. Anyways, I was thinking maybe you can call her and ask if she wants to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERONICA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Astonished)&lt;br /&gt;With you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roni! You crazy? You're my woman.&lt;br /&gt;(Matt hugs her to his chest and then pushes her away to look her in the face.)&lt;br /&gt;No, for Will. He's lonely and needs to get outta the house. We can double date or something. Movies, bowling, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERONICA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really want this, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's for Will. He needs this. The boy is slippin'. All he thinks about id football and I think he’s gonna break if he doesn’t let up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERONICA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'll see what I can do. See you tonight? I'll call you and see what I come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'll be waitin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veronica kisses Matt and walks back to her group. She is pulling her cell phone out of her purse while Matt walks away. He moves to a car in the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. NEWMAN'S BOWLING LANES. LAYTON. EVENING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and Will walk to the bowling alley as the day is turning to dusk. As they approach, the building two figures that are hard to make out in the pending darkness, wave. The guys walk up to the figures and as they get closer you see it is the two girls. One is Veronica and the other is unknown, the blind date, the dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERONICA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys. Took you long enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, don't be bitchin'. Introduce my man here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERONICA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will, nice to see ya, been awhile. So, Jodie, this is Will. Will, this is Jodie. She's my friend from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to meet you Jodie. A pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;(Will's eyes take in the girl in front of him. Not missing one detail.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JODIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to meet you. I have heard a lot about both of you from Roni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and Veronica join hands and start walking to the alley front door. That leaves Will and Jodie to follow by themselves behind the other couple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/61152319990651949-4801199723090131892?l=missfitts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfitts.blogspot.com/feeds/4801199723090131892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=61152319990651949&amp;postID=4801199723090131892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61152319990651949/posts/default/4801199723090131892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61152319990651949/posts/default/4801199723090131892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfitts.blogspot.com/2008/03/week-7.html' title='Week 7'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61152319990651949.post-7434004102005529264</id><published>2008-03-05T06:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T07:00:36.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jodie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jodie is not a nice girl nor is she a mean girl. She tells it how it is, blunt and truthful, But the truth hurts and not everyone wants to hear it. That aspect has never allowed her a lot of friends. She is a ballet dancer and despite what people say, she didn't become a ballet dancer by having a lot of friends. It's a one people sport and she has to rely on herself a lot. She lives at a school where she studied her dancing and also takes normal classes. Jodie has lived there since she was four years old per her mother's wishes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Her mother is overbearing and pushes Jodie to dance harder. Ballet is all that Jodie knows as she was never allowed to do anything else when she was growing up. Jodie is a great dancer. All her teachers tell her that she could be accepted into a company. Her relationship with her mother is complex and difficult at best. her mother wants her to be primadonna ballet dancer at school and Jodie is working her butt off to make this happen for her mother. Although Jodie and her mother have a difficult relationship sometimes, Jodie knows how much it means to her mother that Jodie become a ballerina. Jodie has conflicting emotions about dancing, sometimes she loves it as much as her mother wants her to and then other times she just wants to be a normal teenager.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She is 5'7'', thin and graceful as a ballerina should be. Willowy with long arms and legs. Probably maximum 100lbs and weight is a big factor with dancing. She has long brown hair and wide deep set brown eyes and straight even white teeth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jodie has conflicting emotions. She wants to be normal and not have to watch what she eats. Over time Jodie has become used to the regiments of ballet and has developed bulimia. She only keeps a small portion of food a day to give her some energy to dance but she never discusses her pain or health to anyone. It's just not done. Jodie wants to hang out and make friends as she doesn't have any who aren't dancers. But is is hard to do both. Be normal and be a teenage ballerina. Jodie wants to make her mother happy and she wants to be happy herself but she can't have it both ways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As the scene starts Jodie is meeting with some new friends that she met at a club. She had sneaked away for some time to hang out with friends and her mother has no idea. Jodie and her friends are going to a movie and some dinner which is pizza and fries. Jodie doesn't eat for a while but eventually gives in to one slice. The evening winds down to a male friend and Jodie walking back to school eating cotton candy. They leave each other and Jodie immediately knows that now she is back at school and on different ground that she has done bad things. Eating junk food. What is she going to do? She has to get rid of it and does but is Jodie making herself sick and doesn't even know it yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/61152319990651949-7434004102005529264?l=missfitts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfitts.blogspot.com/feeds/7434004102005529264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=61152319990651949&amp;postID=7434004102005529264' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61152319990651949/posts/default/7434004102005529264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61152319990651949/posts/default/7434004102005529264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfitts.blogspot.com/2008/03/week-6_05.html' title='Week 6'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61152319990651949.post-5757708859993176880</id><published>2008-03-05T06:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T06:40:43.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will has always wanted to play football. He used all his school vacations going to football camps and was born and bred to play. His mama told him that his daddy used to play ball in high school. He loves every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;Will was left with his mother when he was only six years old. His father left with no warning to either and neither Will nor his mother make it a point to talk about him much. Will and his mom have a deep bond and a loving relationship. She works two jobs to give him the things he needs and Will is greatly appreciative and doesn't cause his mom any problems.&lt;br /&gt;He hopes that one day a football scout will see him play and he will get the scholarship that he deserves. He prays that one day he will be able to repay his mother for all the things she has sacrificed for him. he loves his mother and would be lost without her.&lt;br /&gt;Will has a good football body with a height of 6'3'', big boned body and wide shoulders. A hefty frame and wide shoulders, brown hair and brown eyes. 320 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;Will has a part time job and is an active member in his life. he doesn't let his life pass him by but rather spends every minute trying to repay his mother for the things she has given him. He doesn't go out and party all night but studies and devotes his time to practicing football because he knows that is the only thing going to get him into college.&lt;br /&gt;Lately Will has felt the pressure come down on him, Everything is riding on how well he plays football. Not only playing football but with the massive amounts of schoolwork that is laid on a junior, he doesn't have a lot of downtime. Will is starting to get stressed and that could lead to carelessness. He feels he might need something to help him play his best and win that scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;So the scene starts with Will at football practice. He and some other players are in the locker room and one of the guys is talking about steroids. He said he doesn't take them but if any of the guys want some he knows where to find them. Will stands conflicted. he could be offered a chance to set everything on a straight path if he takes the drugs but he knows his mama would kill him if she ever found out. Not to mention if the scouts found out he would be eliminated from their options. So what is he to do, take the drugs and win the scholarship at risk of losing everything or go drug free and maybe not have the power or impression to leave behind with the scouts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/61152319990651949-5757708859993176880?l=missfitts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfitts.blogspot.com/feeds/5757708859993176880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=61152319990651949&amp;postID=5757708859993176880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61152319990651949/posts/default/5757708859993176880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61152319990651949/posts/default/5757708859993176880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfitts.blogspot.com/2008/03/week-6.html' title='Week 6'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61152319990651949.post-2481413758355547496</id><published>2008-02-22T17:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T17:21:54.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 5</title><content type='html'>ELLIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma'am! Can I help you with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young girl rushes up to an elderly woman who is carrying an arm full of groceries. The elderly woman struggles to hang on to her groceries and open the car door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELDERLY WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, dearie. I don't have the strength in these arms that I once did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hands the two bags to ELLIE. After opening the door, the elderly woman turns to ELLIE and takes her groceries back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELDERLY WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your help, young lady. It's not everyday when someone your age bothers to help an old lady. What's your name, dearie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELLIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELDERLY WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Ellie. Thank you again. Now here's a dollar. Go home before it gets dark. Those hoodlums come out in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELLIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no. Keep your money. I gotta get home before my parents come lookin' for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELLIE walks to the corner after saying good bye to the elderly woman. On the corner stands a group of young people, horsing around. They see ELLIE and cat call to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL FROM THE CROWD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie, Ellie! Where you been at girl? We been lookin' for ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELLIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY FROM THE CROWD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? You been helpin' those bums again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELLIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're not bums! Just people a little down on their luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY FROM THE CROWD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, girl. Whatever you say. You think you gonna make you more glam so some parents will want you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELLIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, that's not what it's about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL FROM THE CROWD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND GIRL FROM THE CROWD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Ellie. We going to this rave tonight. You gonna be there. We missed you, hun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELLIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. I got homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELLIE turns her back to the crowd and walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL FROM THE CROWD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, Ellie! You gone soft. You no fun no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELLIE keeps walking as the insults bounce off her. She has places to be and a younger sister that looks up to her. ELLIE can't mess this up, not when they are so close to a family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/61152319990651949-2481413758355547496?l=missfitts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfitts.blogspot.com/feeds/2481413758355547496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=61152319990651949&amp;postID=2481413758355547496' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61152319990651949/posts/default/2481413758355547496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61152319990651949/posts/default/2481413758355547496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfitts.blogspot.com/2008/02/week-5.html' title='Week 5'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61152319990651949.post-7897201881020886976</id><published>2008-02-19T15:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T15:43:31.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 4 again</title><content type='html'>INT. TRUCK CAB. EVENING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MAN rides alone. he is rushing home to his girl. The scenery passes by and he watches the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. SMALL HOUSE IN CAMBRIDGE. EVENING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A GIRL sits at the kitchen table, looking out the window at the dusk. C.U. of GIRL, worried look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. TRUCK CAB. EVENING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truck suddenly hitches to the right and the MAN frantically pulls at the wheel. C.U. of the man's scared face. The man pulls the truck over to the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. DIRT ROAD, OUTSIDE THE TRUCK CAB. EVENING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MAN walks around the truck to the passenger side to examine the tire. He is surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. SMALL HOUSE IN CAMBRIDGE. EVENING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GIRL still waits at the table alternately looking out the window and then at her watch. She gets up and walks to the phone hanging on the wall. She pushes some numbers and puts the phone to her ear. After a few seconds, she hangs the phone up without speaking to anyone. C.U. of the GIRL, worried and scared. Pan away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. DIRT ROAD, OUTSIDE OF TRUCK. NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MAN hauls out a tire jack from the back and looks under the truck for the spare tire. He pulls the tire out and then throws it away from him. C.U. the MAN is disgusted. Pan away. The spare tire is flat also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. DIRT ROAD. NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small light bounces in the dark. The MAN is walking to the nearest house. As he nears, a porch light flicks on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. HOUSE PORCH. NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door opens as the man approaches and another man fills the space. They speak and the first man enters the house. He walks to the phone and pushes some numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. SMALL HOUSE IN CAMBRIDGE. NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GIRL is pacing the floor. She looks nervous. She goes to the coat closet and gets her purse. Opening her purse she takes out a small bottle. She doesn't want to do this. He said that he would be here. He lied. She remembers him telling her that he would always be there for her. C.U. of the GIRL, desperation and anxiety war on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. SMALL HOUSE IN CAMBRIDGE. NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MAN rushes to the door. He knows he has failed his girl and he hopes that she is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. SMALL HOUSE IN CAMBRIDGE. NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MAN opens the door and sees the GIRL lying on the floor. C.U. horror is apparent on his face. He rushes to her side and shakes her. She opens her eyes and looks up at him, alive, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. SMALL HOUSE IN CAMBRIDGE. NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MAN hugs the girl to him as tears run down his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. HOSPITAL. NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MAN talks to the DOCTOR as the GIRL lies in her bed hooked up to machines. The DOCTOR tells the MAN that this can't happen again. She won't make it through this again. She needs help, professional help. They agree. Fade away with the GIRL lying in her bed that she made of her own stupidity. The man has a hollow expression on his face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/61152319990651949-7897201881020886976?l=missfitts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfitts.blogspot.com/feeds/7897201881020886976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=61152319990651949&amp;postID=7897201881020886976' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61152319990651949/posts/default/7897201881020886976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61152319990651949/posts/default/7897201881020886976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfitts.blogspot.com/2008/02/week-4-again.html' title='Week 4 again'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61152319990651949.post-8383764505656266940</id><published>2008-02-11T06:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T06:54:38.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 4</title><content type='html'>INT. TRUCK CAB. EVENING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MAN rides alone. He is smiling and bobbing his head to the music. The scenery passes by and he watches the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. SMALL HOUSE IN CAMBRIDGE. EVENING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A GIRL sits at the kitchen table, looking out the window at the dusk. C.U. of GIRL, worried look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. TRUCK CAB. EVENING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truck suddenly hitches to the right and the MAN frantically pulls at the wheel. C.U. of the man's scared face. The man pulls the truck over to the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. DIRT ROAD, OUTSIDE THE TRUCK CAB. EVENING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MAN walks around the truck to the passenger side to examine the tire. He is surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. SMALL HOUSE IN CAMBRIDGE. EVENING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GIRL still waits at the table alternately looking out the window and then at her watch. She gets up and walks to the phone hanging on the wall. She pushes some numbers and puts the phone to her ear. After a few seconds, she hangs the phone up without speaking to anyone. C.U. of the GIRL, worried and scared. Pan away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. DIRT ROAD, OUTSIDE OF TRUCK. NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MAN hauls out a tire jack from the back and looks under the truck for the spare tire. He pulls the tire out and then throws it away from him. C.U. the MAN is disgusted. Pan away. The spare tire is flat also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. DIRT ROAD. NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small light bounces in the dark. The MAN is walking to the nearest house. As he nears, a porch light flicks on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. HOUSE PORCH. NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door opens as the MAN approaches and another MAN fills the space. They speak and the first MAN enters the house. He walks to the phone and pushes some numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. SMALL HOUSE IN CAMBRIDGE. NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GIRL is pacing the floor. She looks nervous and worried. She rushes to the phone as it rings and grabs it. Speaking to someone, the tension leaves her body and the worry is erased from her face. She hangs up and grabs her coat and keys. The GIRL exits the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. NEAR THE TRUCK. NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A car pulls up and the truck door opens. She exits the car and he exits the truck. They approach one another and hug. They share similar expressions of relief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/61152319990651949-8383764505656266940?l=missfitts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfitts.blogspot.com/feeds/8383764505656266940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=61152319990651949&amp;postID=8383764505656266940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61152319990651949/posts/default/8383764505656266940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61152319990651949/posts/default/8383764505656266940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfitts.blogspot.com/2008/02/week-4.html' title='Week 4'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61152319990651949.post-7767391600842536179</id><published>2008-02-07T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T14:32:18.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fade in :&lt;/div&gt;EXT. Big Indian Lake--DAY.&lt;br /&gt;The water glistens andf shines as the small motor boat glides through. A mMAN sits in the boat controlling the motor. The engine stops and the boat comes to a slow halt.&lt;br /&gt;The day is quiet, sunny, clear. The MAN pulls his pole up and rigs a lure in to it.&lt;br /&gt;Whoosh! The MAN casts the pole into a weed bed and starts to slowly reel the lure towards the boat. Crank, stop. Crank, stop. Crank, stop.&lt;br /&gt;The water suddenly churns as a fish bites at the lure. The MAN yanks the peole up and hooks the fish.  He reels vigorously and pulls the fish alongside the boat. He reachs down and lips the fish, pulling it into the boat. The MAN smiles and gives a cheer.&lt;br /&gt;Fade out :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fade in :&lt;br /&gt;INT. Big Stop Restuarant/ Cash Register--DAY.&lt;br /&gt;A faux wood counter stands in the middle of the room. A GIRL stands behind the cash register on the counter top. She stands upright, eyes vacant, staring out the window. A MAN walks toward the register on the frontside of the counter. He stops and hands the GIRL some money. She visibly startles and reachs her hand to take the money. She stares at the screen pushes some buttons and hands the MAN some money back. He leaves and she resumes her zombie-like state.&lt;br /&gt;Fade out :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fade in :&lt;br /&gt;INT. Kitchen --DAY.&lt;br /&gt;A green and wood motif decorates the room. Two windows sit in the middle of the room, light spills in and a small breeze rustles the curtains. A CAT sits on the table, soaking up the sunliht and gazing out the window. He stills his body and turns his head towards the inner room.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he hops off the table and crouches on the floor. The CAT pounces. A small feather is clutched in his paws. He shakes his head with the feather in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;The CAT looks at the feather and turns away. His attention pulled back to the window with the sunlight. He plops his body into a chair where the sun is landing just right. He sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;Fade out :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fade in :&lt;br /&gt;INT. Doctors Office--DAY.&lt;br /&gt;The rooms is sterile and white. An exam table, a counter, a computer and two chairs sit in the room. In one chair sits a GIRL. She looks uncomfortable and shaky. Her gaze shifts left to the window and the beautiful day outside. Her gaze soon shifts to the right and then away. Her gaze settles on one of the many posters hanging on the walls. COPD is spelled out in big letters. The GIRL twists her hands together, gripping them so tight her fingers turn white. She sighs and loosens her fists. Her gaze is drawn to the window again.&lt;br /&gt;Fade Out :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/61152319990651949-7767391600842536179?l=missfitts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfitts.blogspot.com/feeds/7767391600842536179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=61152319990651949&amp;postID=7767391600842536179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61152319990651949/posts/default/7767391600842536179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61152319990651949/posts/default/7767391600842536179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfitts.blogspot.com/2008/02/week-3.html' title='Week 3'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61152319990651949.post-4952474431280081885</id><published>2008-01-29T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T09:24:16.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 2</title><content type='html'>EXT.  THE STREETS. NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;JENNY&lt;br /&gt;"Honey? What are you doin' out here?"&lt;br /&gt;C.U of JENNY, surprised expression on her face.&lt;br /&gt;Look to JILLY who looks dissappointed and resigned.&lt;br /&gt;"You know Jonny. What Jonny wants, Jonny gets. I just do what he says." JILLY sighs.&lt;br /&gt;JENNY looks sad for a minute before her face clears.&lt;br /&gt;JENNY&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! Don't get all down on yourself, gurl. You got friends here or at least you got me. At least the gurls here know Jonny."&lt;br /&gt;JENNY looks away, her face momentarily strained.&lt;br /&gt;JILLY&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah I know. So how is your little one? Still getting in trouble at school?" C.U. of JILLY looking interested and excited.&lt;br /&gt;JENNY&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, gurl. You know my Jeffrey. He is a handful."&lt;br /&gt;JENNY's hands are flying with her words.&lt;br /&gt;JENNY&lt;br /&gt;"He's just like a rocket and someday I'm gonna give that little boy some room to fly." C.U. of Jenny showing a far away look in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;"Someday I'm gonna get us a house far away where no one knows us and that little boy can have a little boy's life.Gurl, you should get out of here while you still have a chance."&lt;br /&gt;JILLY&lt;br /&gt;"Not with Jonny in the picture. He'll never let us go." C.U. JENNY worry, resignation and brokeness all conflicting on her face.&lt;br /&gt;The two girls are silent for a moment, fidgetting in the cold. A car pulls up and JENNY leans forwards as the window rolls down.&lt;br /&gt;JENNY&lt;br /&gt;"Hey baby! Need a date?" Her voice suggestive.&lt;br /&gt;A disembodied voice calls back. "I want the redhead. She looks cute."&lt;br /&gt;JILLY turns to JENNY&lt;br /&gt;"I guess that would be me. Bye sweetie." C.U. shows resignationation, but when she turns towards the car her face and body show nothing but sex. JILLY walks to the car, hips swaying, steps light as if she has no cares in the world.&lt;br /&gt;JILLY&lt;br /&gt;"Hey baby -"&lt;br /&gt;"Just get in." The voice responds, cutting her off.&lt;br /&gt;She does and the car drives away, taillights fading quickly.&lt;br /&gt;INT.  DAY 7AM. CRAPPY APARTMENT IN THE CITY. - MORNING&lt;br /&gt;JILLY&lt;br /&gt;"Stacey! Stacey, are you up yet?"&lt;br /&gt;A small tousled blonde head pops out from the covers. STACEY yawns and grumbles before JILLY appears in the doorway.&lt;br /&gt;JILLY&lt;br /&gt;"Stacey. Get up sweetie. Time to go to school so Mommy can go to work." C.U. JILLY lloking at her daughter, love shining on her face.&lt;br /&gt;STACEY&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy! I don't want to go to school. Stevie pulls my hair." C.U. petulant look on STACEY'S face.&lt;br /&gt;JILLY&lt;br /&gt;"That's because he likes you, Sweets. Hurry up. We need to get going." JILLY turns away with a swish of her waitress skirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/61152319990651949-4952474431280081885?l=missfitts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfitts.blogspot.com/feeds/4952474431280081885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=61152319990651949&amp;postID=4952474431280081885' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61152319990651949/posts/default/4952474431280081885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61152319990651949/posts/default/4952474431280081885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfitts.blogspot.com/2008/01/week-2.html' title='Week 2'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61152319990651949.post-1592175702026248169</id><published>2008-01-18T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T14:32:39.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 1</title><content type='html'>INT. DAY. SMALL TOWN RESTAURANT.&lt;br /&gt;MIKE is a balding fifty something man. He bosses around his employees at the restaurant that he and his wife, DEE run. DEE is a sweet woman who is motherly and kind. MIKE is obnoxious and energetic. He is prone to wearing sweater vests and sweating profusely when it gets busy. He is also a hindrance to his employees as they try to work around him. DEE helps everyone and never complains.&lt;br /&gt;Mike and Dee are now upstairs in the restaurant looking at the nearly packed house. Mike's face starts to turn red. &lt;br /&gt;MIKE&lt;br /&gt;Alice! Go get some ice. The machine is nearly empty.&lt;br /&gt;DEE&lt;br /&gt;Mike, I think that she knows what to do, honey.&lt;br /&gt;MIKE&lt;br /&gt;You're right. I think they have it under control up here. Maybe we should go back downstairs and finish paperwork.&lt;br /&gt;DEE&lt;br /&gt;Okay. We're going downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;Both DEE and MIKE walk to the back of the restaurant and head down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  NIGHT. CORNER OF 2ND AND 76TH STREET, DETROIT, MI&lt;br /&gt;JON is a pimp daddy. He grew up on the streets and has made many enemies. He doesn't trust people and always sleeps with one eye open. JILLY is a pro. More specifically JON'S pro and he will do anything to keep her. JON is tall and thin with blond balding hair and shady wondering eyes. JILLY has reddish blond hair and is thin. She takes care of herself as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;JON&lt;br /&gt;Don't think about it, Jilly. You do what I want when I want and we're all happy.&lt;br /&gt;JILLY&lt;br /&gt;I never said I won't Jonny.&lt;br /&gt;JON&lt;br /&gt;Nah, you didn't but I don't like that look in your eyes. You know what you're risking if you screw up, don'tcha doll?&lt;br /&gt;JILLY&lt;br /&gt;Like you need to remind me.&lt;br /&gt;JON&lt;br /&gt;Good. Go to work.&lt;br /&gt;JON stalks off into the night and JILLY stays put. She gathers some inner strength and turns, walking towards the other girls. Strength in numbers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/61152319990651949-1592175702026248169?l=missfitts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfitts.blogspot.com/feeds/1592175702026248169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=61152319990651949&amp;postID=1592175702026248169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61152319990651949/posts/default/1592175702026248169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61152319990651949/posts/default/1592175702026248169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfitts.blogspot.com/2008/01/week-1.html' title='Week 1'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
