begining of passion project

FADE IN


INT. OUTSIDE, MIDDAY
    Aerial shot of a school just getting out. Slowly zoom in on Becca, an average teenage girl  she is very plain girl, long brown hair and a small face. Camera shot of her face, her eyes twitch back and forth as she nervously biting her nails. Full body camera shot of her walking, LOUD WHOOSHING sounds seem to fly by her as she turns her head at the nosies. Zoom in on her face
 

SOFT V.O GIRLS VOICE

Look at you, God, you're disgusting *pause*  why would anyone talk to you *pause*  you don't deserve it *pause* God *pause* Fat, ugly, dorky, stupid *becca’s lip quivers* why would love you *pause* how could anybody love an it.

........

Sometimes you need to forget how you feel.......
and remember what you deserve.

"Make It Stop” (September's Children)

This is one of my favorite songs of all time and i felt like it needed to be posted and so well here it is :) 

Woah, woah.
Bang, bang go the coffin nails, like a breath exhaled
Then gone forever.
It seems like just yesterday, how did I miss the red flags raised?
Think back to the days we laughed.
We braved these bitter storms together.
Brought to his knees he cried,
But on his feet he died.
What God would damn a heart?
And what God drove us apart?
What God could make it stop?
Let this end.
Eighteen years pushed to the ledge.
It's come to this,
A weightless step.
On the way down singing,
Woah, woah.
Bang, bang from the closet walls,
The schoolhouse halls,
The shotgun's loaded.
Push me and I'll push back.
I'm done asking, I demand.
From a nation under God,
I feel its love like a cattle prod.
Born free, but still they hate.
Born me, no I can't change.
It's always darkest just before the dawn.
So stay awake with me, let's prove them wrong.
Make it stop.
Let this end,
Eighteen years pushed to the ledge.
It's come to this,
A weightless step.
On the way down singing,
Woah, woah.
The cold river washed him away,
But how could we forget?
The gatherings hold candles, but not their tongues.
And too much blood has flown from the wrists,
Of the children shamed for those they chose to kiss.
Who will rise to stop the blood?
We're calling for,
Insisting on, a different beat, yeah.
A brand new song.
Whoa, whoa [x3]

(Tyler Clementi, age 18.
Billy Lucas, age 15.
Harrison Chase Brown, age 15
Cody J. Barker, age 17
Seth Walsh, age 13.)

Make it stop,
Let this end.
This life chose me, I'm not lost in sin.
But proud I stand of who I am,
I plan to go on living.
Make it stop,
Let this end,
All these years pushed to the ledge,
But proud I stand, of who I am,
I plan to go on living

My Play

 This is the next part to my little play that i wrote i posted the first one a while back b¨t the next part is finally here.

*sign three weeks later*

Herbirt 1: finally the day had come. all the shopping had been done and i was ready to go.

Herbirt 2: *walking to kingdom dressed a 16 year old girl* This wig is SO itchy but at least it wont be long till i see her. * walks up to door and knocks*

Snooki: *chomping gum* Now...... WHO are you!? *looks her up and down with hand on hip*

Herbirt2: I'm.....

Shanaynay: HEEY!!!! who is it!?!?

Snooki: I DON'T KNOW!!!!

Shanaynay: UH JUSS LET HER IN!!!!

Snooki: FINE!!!!! come ownnn in.

* Herbirt walks into the kitchen and shes shanaynay and gasp and hyperventilates*
  
Shanaynay: are you OK ???

Herbirt 2: I LOVE YOU....

Shanaynay: WHAT?!?!

Herbirt 2: I.............. mean…......I love........your hair.

Shanaynay: oh........ well thanks *smiles big* i just got it done *chomps gum* so whats your name

Herbirt 2: oh..uhh...............my name?........ its.....uhh...herbirt.......A.... herbirta

Snooki: its gettin late. We should get our JAMMIES on!!
*all three girls get ready*

Random acts of art

Hahaha I am making this with my mom :))

character scenerio

I throw open the door to my two bed room apartment only to have it stuck mid way. I huff as i shimmy my body in between the door and wall, barely making it through. Throwing my stuff on the couch, i close the door to see a pile of cloths pushed into the corner.
“Messy! I need to talk to you “ I screamed. My face is hot and red as i go into the kitchen seeing a leaning tower of dishes “NOW MESSY!”
 She waltzed into the kitchen, her hair up and sweats on. She was a typical college kid but she doesn't quite grasp the concept of living with other people
“ what is this?” i say pointing to the dishes
“There dishes, what else would they be” she lazily  replied, not really caring
“ No, there your dishes!! i cant stand picking up your crap messy! i have been doing it for a year now, its either you shape up or you get out!!”
 Messy stared at me with shock, even i shocked my self im not an angry person, im uselly quite level headed but this was the last straw i was sick of cleaning for her. I stared at her, looking for an answer.
 “ im sorry, i have been using you.................. i should go” And in the next minutes she packed her bag and left
 i had never blown up like that before i dont know wher that came from …........

Where is the toilet?!?

   The bathroom floor was ankle deep with toilet water. A barbie leg and bits of toilet glass floated around my feet. I stood next to my older brother, Damien, who was about 13 at the time. Both of us had freshly soaked clothes and wide eyes as we took our first glance at we had just created. Before us laid a battered, warped and bent piece of glass. my head was flooded with thoughts but there was one that was ringing in my head. How cold this small barbie do this to our toilet?
  “We will be home at five, OK. Don’t touch the basket on the fridge and please Damien, PLEASE watch Mia, make sure she is safe and doesn't get into any trouble” this was the third time mom reminded my brother what to do while they were at work.
 “Ya mom i know what to do, know go or you’re going to be late” Damien laugheDThe roar of the engine as our truck pulled out blasted my little 5 year old ears. We plopped down and waited five minutes so we know that they were not coming back for any reason. Finally Damien turned my with a wicked grin and i knew what was to come. We leaped up and sprinted through the house looking for hat we loved the most.......... Barbies
    Damien and I had the weird hobby on seeing how much damage a barbie could take. We had design different levels the barbies had to go through. To this day i have no idea why we did this. But i have to admit it was quite fun.
  Round 1 was the fire round. We collected 10 barbies and lit each one on fire and waited for ten minutes. We watched as there hair burned and skin melted leaving a plastic stench in the air. Most of the barbies exploded within the ten minutes but we doused the fire on the ones that lasted.
  Round 2 was the speed test. We gathered up all the barbies that were left which was about half and strolled to our neighbors house. he answered the door took one look and grabbed his keys. He took us to the same dirt road he always did. His foot slammed on the gas and the car jolted forwarded. The speedometer was pushing a hundred mph as we rolled down the window and threw each barbie out. Only three survived.
 Round 3 the Explosives. We got home and my brother carefully gathered the small fire crackers and the steak knife we needed. He went outside and I followed like a puppy. He carefully slit into each barbies stomach and crammed in the small fire cracker. I got to lite them all, as i lit the last one I sprinted to the  little bomb shelter Damien and I created. I heard three snaps and ran back expecting three destroyed barbies. through the smoke i saw on barbie completely unharmed.
    I glanced up ant my brother looking confused. We never got this far before, we  had nothing planned. We trudged inside feeling defeat when i got the most brilliant idea ever. I gasped loudly and launched my 5 year old body up the stairs, Damien close behind wondering what i was doing.
   I halted in front of the toilet and smiled broadly “lets flush her!” I yelped to Damien. His grin broadened and i felt a tingle in my tummy. I dropped the doll in the toilet and pressed hard on the smooth, hard handle. The toilet gurgled and moaned as the barbie fit perfectly down the drain, to my surprise.
  Everything froze. The ground started to vibrate softly and I heard creaks and cracking from the toilet. My stomached dropped and my skin went cold as I leaned in and tried to figure out what the source of the noise was. It sounded like the toilet was being ripped apart piece by piece from
the inside. My eyes fell on the water it was waving but not up and down ripples. It was in and out bulges. What could possible be wrong.
  BAM!!!!!! I was thrown to the ground by a tremendous amount of pressure. I gasped for air but all I got was mouth fulls of water. My ears were ringing from the the deaf defying noise and vision blurred from tons of water.. I couldn't move all i could do was think, I asked my self countless question non i knew the answer. I finally blinked back the water and saw my brother over me. He was screaming my name over and over again.
  He helped me to my feet and gave me a quick questionnaire which hale the words I had no idea what meant. What, did he think I was a big girl all of the sudden. That's when my eyes fell on the toilet, it was a wreck! It had been busted and torn things were poking out that I didn't even know what they were.
 I sat down in the water and just cried, filled with fear. What would  my parents think of this. There was no way out of this mess. Damien cam over and picked me up. He wiped my tears and told me it was clean up time. We spent of the rest of the day cleaning,mopping and draining the water. As soon as we put the last thing away our parents got home. still sopping wet we walked up to them.
  Damien blurted all of the sudden “It is all my fault don't blame Mia”
  After that big words were talked and I didn't understand any of it. All i knew is something was different. I didn't get punished but my brother did. Which was a flip, I was usually the one in trouble. My brother usually sold me out in a heart beat.
  To this day I have never forgot those feelings. The feeling of utter fear and terror and the feeling of love. My relationship with my brother isnt the best but no matter how big of fight we are in II always remember that day and I know for a fact that he always will cares for me and will always have my back.