The Diary of a Teenage Girl Page #2

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5.

MINNIE (CONT'D)

(rewinds, starts again)

My name is Minnie Goetze. I am a

fifteen-year-old girl living in San

Francisco California, recording

this onto a cassette tape because

my life has gotten really crazy of

late, and I need to tell someone

about it. If you’re listening to

this without my permission, please

stop right now. Just, really. Stop.

Okay.

(clearing her throat)

So, I don’t remember being born.

9 BEGIN IMAGINING SEQUENCE: 9

A comic-book style animation: a woman’s naked body lying on

her side breaths and move in sketchy pencil lines. She moves

in ecstacy.

MINNIE (V.O.)

I was a very ugly child.

Her knees part slowly, opening seductively, exposing a hairy

crotch, the pencil lines of the pubic hair going in every

direction. Her toes curl, and suddenly through the center of

her legs pops out the head of a baby, who looks just like

Minnie- bright-eyed and smiling. The animation freezes:

END IMAGINING:

10 INT. MINNIE’S HOUSE - BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS 10

Minnie stands with her tape recorder and microphone. The

“birth drawing” is tacked to the wall in front of her.

MINNIE:

My appearance has not improved so I

suppose it was a lucky break when

he was attracted by my

youthfulness.

A cat starts purring around Minnie’s ankle, she picks him up

roughly, kissing him.

MINNIE (CONT’D)

Domino, you stupid cat, I love you.

(then, whispering)

Hey, Domino. Do I look different

than I did yesterday?

6.

Domino squirms and jumps out of her arms. Minnie flops on the

bed, a huge grin coming over her face.

The walls of Minnie’s room are lined with comic-style

drawings, and photographs: a tongue, or a face, homeless

people, and transvestites. And many self-portraits. Minnie

speaks into her mic.

MINNIE (CONT’D)

(getting serious)

Okay in all matter of factuality,

it happened like this:

FLASHBACK TO:

11 INT. MINNIE’S HOUSE - THE LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 11

Charlotte is sprawled out on the couch, a lit joint dangling

precariously in her fingers, falling asleep. Gretel eats a

bowl of ice-cream on the floor. MONROE, 34, a guy with the

attitude and libido of a 15 year old, sits on the end of the

couch and stares blankly at The Carol Burnett Show on the TV,

drinking a Schlitz beer.

Minnie enters in a blue little-girl nightgown, plopping down

on the couch, moving her mom’s legs over. Charlotte groans,

and ashes from her joint fall into Gretel’s bowl of ice-

cream.

GRETEL:

Mom!? God. You’re so gross. I can’t

even watch TV without...

Gretel gets up in a huff, and exits. Charlotte doesn’t stir.

The TV blares.

MINNIE (V.O.)

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