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March 2, 2014 Solitary Scene #4 Day #18
by Janet S. Tiger (c) all rights reserved
Solitary scene 1 is Day #11 Feb. 23, 2014
Solitary scene 2 is Day #14 Feb. 26, 2014
Solitary scene 3 is Day#16 Feb. 28, 2014
To see all the scenes together as it develops into a play, click here
Note on Solitary - I see this as one of my one-acts (or could go full-length) where it is also possible to separate out the scenes and each can stand on its own - we'll see what the characters have to say about this......
(A boy of about 11 is seen sitting in a chair, looking at a book– he is a bit jumpy, fairly normal for his age. His grandmother would say he had ants in his pants – if she had ever met him. This is Jody, Jimmy’s son. He points at one of the pages, then puts the book on the table next to him.)
You know, they tell you these tests have no right and wrong answers, but I think that’s a lie.
Yeah, I’ve done a few of these, since I was a kid. I guess cause my mom was using dope when I was inside of her, so they were worried I’d be, you know, like a drug baby.
But I guess I’m ok.
No, I’m fine…..whaddaya want me to say?
(Listens, then laughs)
The truth? Okay, I can do that. I wish I could get the new Playstation for my birthday. That’s the truth. And I wish I could play it for days, and no one would bother me, and someone would bring me food and I could sit on a toilet and I could just play!
There – that’s the truth!
(Crosses his arms)
What do you want for your birthday?
Nah, I don’t wanna be a therapist! So, okay you get to ask the questions. …What was the question? Oh, yeah, my aunt and uncle. They’re cool. I mean I have some cousins, but they’re all older, so no one bothers me too much.
(Starts to fidget, doesn’t like this question)
Yeah, I know that, like telling the teacher I had a gun in my lunch was not cool. I just didn’t want to take that test! I figured if they called off school, no one would know I hadn’t studied.
I hate to study – it’s boring! Hey, you asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up – well, I wanna be the guy who thinks up all these cool games, the ones that make a million dollars! And maybe they could teach stuff – and people would want to learn it, because it would be interesting, not boring.
Yeah, it was a history test. I hate history. It’s all dead people. And things that are….gone.
Me? How could I…me… be history? I’m a kid, I’m 11, you know!
(Gets excited) Maybe if I blow somebody up, that makes the news! I mean, when I told them I had a gun, the reporters came, and they couldn’t talk to me, but I saw it on the TV! I was, like famous! And nobody messed with me after that. (Listens)
Nah, nobody messes with me. I guess I’m like my Dad – he’s in prison now, just like my mom was.
(Really fidgeting now)
Are we almost done? I have to go to the bathroom. …..yeah, I guess I can wait two more minutes. What did I learn today? (Parrots it back) What I learned is very important. I learned it was not a good idea to tell people I have a gun in my lunch. (Listens)
Anything else? Lemme think……
Nah, that about covers it.
(A little worried)
Am I going to jail? (Quickly) Not that I’m afraid or anything….but, I, I was just wondering.
(Relieved) Good, I mean, jail’s not the best place.
(Stands up, happy)
I can go? Great! I mean, it was nice talking to you, Dr. Thompson. See you next week.
(Listens, turns back)
Tomorrow? How come I have to come back tomorrow? With Mrs. Ellison it was only one time a week!
Oh, I understand. Seeing you is better than jail. (Listens) Right ..(says it with derision) ….juvenile detention.
(He starts to exit, turns back)
If I didn’t come to you, I’d have to go to ja………I mean…. juvenile detention. Which is just a fancy way of saying ‘jail for kids’…..
(He walks off, then thinks of something.)
(A little disturbed by this) So if I do go to jail….. I guess it’s like a family tradition, right? Kind of like Christmas….for normal families……
(He tilts his head as if this thought is actually sinking in a bit, then exits. Lights down on scene 4)