Ouija Page #2
A MOMENT LATER. Laine’s back in her desk. ISABELLE (17)
takes the seat next to her and starts right in -
ISABELLE:
What are we feeling this weekend?
LAINE:
It’s only Tuesday.
ISABELLE:
I know. But I like to get a jump.
(scrolling through her
phone)
Got multiple party options here.
Small selective gathering or that
blow-out everyone’s going to?
A GUY swoops in and gives Laine a kiss before taking the desk
behind her. This is TREVOR (17).
TREVOR:
She trying to steal my time again?
Iz, we don’t always have to tag
along. You can fly solo.
ISABELLE:
Yeah. Me showing up to a party
alone wouldn’t look pathetic at
all. Not everyone has your perfect
couple situation.
LAINE:
Look at her... acting like she's
not the one who breaks up with
every guy she goes out with.
ISABELLE:
I’m a picky b*tch. Can’t help it.
A TEACHER, MR. SATLOF, enters and starts passing out an exam.
MR. SATLOF
Okay. Settle. Books away. I’m
clock. Please dazzle me with your
knowledge of all things John
Milton.
Trevor leans in toward Laine, whispering -
5.
TREVOR:
Yo. You ready to throw down on
this iambic pentameter -
But Laine’s not paying attention. She’s glancing back at the
desk where she put the note... and it’s still empty. The
note just sitting there.
TREVOR (CONT’D)
Laine? This is the part where you
laugh.
Laine snaps out of it. Gives Trevor a smile.
MR. SATLOF
Eyes front. No talking.
DISSOLVE TO:
LAINE TAKING HER TEST. She hears whispering and looks up to
see her TEACHER out in the hall talking with someone.
Mr. Satlof comes back into the classroom, and by his somber
expression, Laine knows that something is wrong.
MR. SATLOF (CONT’D)
I know some of you are finishing
up, but... I have something I need
to share with everyone.
Students put their pencils down. Murmuring, wondering what’s
going on.
MR. SATLOF (CONT’D)
I just got word that...
Mr. Satlof’s voice trails off. This is hard for him to say.
Laine glances back again at the EMPTY DESK. Then -
LAINE:
It’s Debbie, isn’t it? What
happened?
Now everyone’s looking at Laine. Mr. Satlof slowly nods.
MR. SATLOF
I’m so sorry... she died at her
house last night.
TREVOR:
Oh my God...
Reaction ripples through the classroom. Isabelle starts
crying. But Laine is frozen.
6.
LAINE:
No. It’s a mistake. Debbie can’t
be dead...
MR. SATLOF
This is a tremendous loss. The
school will be providing counselors
for anyone who needs to talk during
this difficult time -
EASE IN ON LAINE. Her eyes stare in shock. The world
suddenly seems to swim around her. !Sounds and voices fading.
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