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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

putting thirty minutes on the

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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