She takes her things from Wajda and quickly enters the van.
The bus jolts away. Wajda is about to walk back into the
house when the minivan swerves to avoid an oncoming car,
almost crashing into it. She watches until it disappears,
worried for her Mother.
7 INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY 7
Wajda grabs her backpack, stopping by the mirror. She looks
at herself and touches her hair, then puts on her abbayah.
8 EXT. THE NEIGHBORHOOD STREETS - DAY 8
Concrete houses line the street. All the windows are covered
in aluminum. A typical middle class neighborhood in Riyadh,
Groups of girls walk to school, completely covered in
abbayahs and veils, distinguishable only by their different
backpacks. Taxis and minivans pass by full of covered women
Wajda exits her gate and walks towards school. Suddenly a
rock flies by her feet and knocks a soda can from its place.
She looks up to see her FATHER (35), smiling and tossing
another rock up in the air, playfully.
Dark and handsome with short soft black hair and a well
groomed mustache, he wears a worn-out blue oil-man’s uniform.
He flings the rock towards another can just past her on the
wall. She ducks but looks over to see the can fly from its
place. Wajda searches and picks up another rock.
Oh yeah, check this out!
Full of bravado, she flings the rock at a milk carton near
his feet but it falls short and BOUNCES off target.
Ha! Keep practicing. You're getting
Look who's back! Where have you
She smiles, runs and gives him a big hug.
Oof. Look at this.
He pulls out a shiny black rock from his pocket.
It's volcanic, from the Empty
Quarter. It has a great velocity.