(to self in mirror)
Morning, sunshine. Remember, these are
the best days of your life.
She starts to leave - then comes back.
-- so far!
She bucks her chin in the mirror and smiles - she's beyond
If I wasn't such a lady, I'd tell you
what a bitch she really is.
INT. LINCOLN HIGH - GYMNASIUM - DAY
Sign reads "CHEERLEADING TRYOUTS." PAN DOWN a long line of
She's the A-squad captain - stole the
title from me. You should charge her
Diane, pompoms on hips, smiles toward the camera. A SIGN on
the floor in front of her reads: "SQUAD MEMBER." A SIGN to
her left reads:
BRUCE, an effeminate young man, bounds up behind the
"CHALLENGER" sign - putting his pompoms on hips.
Hey, Bruce! You look cute...
Tommy Hilfiger. I'm hoping fourth
year's a charm.
He crosses his fingers and arms. Diane smiles. LISA runs in
frame and SHOVES Bruce to the ground.
Outta my way, fag. I'm up.
Humiliated, Bruce RUNS O.S. Lisa takes his place, looks
straight ahead and smiles, pompoms on hips.
LISA (V.O.) (CONT'D)
This really should have been my year. I
had a lotta work done - I-I mean,
y'know, I'd done a lotta work over the