Introductions are hard.
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Oooooo but here.
Setting: A bus, with only five or four students scattered throughout the seats. A girl and a boy are sitting in the seats across from each other, the boy writing carefully in a spiral notebook. Every once in a while, the girl peeks over, but quickly diverts her attention to the outside scenery.
Phillip. Looks up as the bus stops, which is displayed through all the children leaning forward a bit
Both Phillip and the girl stand, gather their things. The girl leads the way off the bus, and towards two porches, which are positioned on the stage left
Susan. Slowly So.. Phillip, right?
Phillip. closing his notebook, tucking pencil behind his ear Mimics slow tone E'yup. Susan, right?
Susan. Nods, blushing Yeah. Um, can I ask a really nosy question?
They stop in front of the first porch, where Phillip starts to go up the first step, but pauses, turning to face her
Phillip. ..I suppose you can ask, but if I answer, that depends on what it is.
Susan. Uh, alright.. Pauses, inhaling That notebook. What're you always writing in it?
Phillip. Tenses for a moment, and then relaxes, shrugging A story.
Susan. Presses About?
Phillip. A prince.. Growing nervous
Susan. Sarcastically Prince Phillip, maybe? You know, from Sleeping Beauty?
Phillip. Um, no, not exactly.. shifts weight, scratching back of neck His little brother, actually.
Susan. Prince Phillip didn't have a little brother.
Phillip. And technically, Prince Phillip never actually existed. That's the thing about fiction. Hardly any of it is true.
Susan. Still.. Sighs, shifting books to other arm Can I read it?
Phillip. I don't know, it's kinda.. Still in the works. Slowly starting up the stairs, still with his back to the door. Trips, dropping books. A crayon drawing flutters out of the notebook he had been writing in.
Susan. Picks it up, examining it, until it is snatched out of her hand, and replaced by the notebook. Phillip grabs his things, and stomps up the stairs, slamming the door behind himself. Susan shrugs, puts the notebook on her things, and heads to the second porch, going into own house.
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