Hola all!

I haven't updated my blog for a bit, so here I go! In approximately seven minutes, I have to go to school, but until then...

I don't know what I'll do. Drive myself and those around me insane? Actually, I rather like that idea. Um... Um... Este...

Oh! Here's what I have so far on my script! Tell me what you (honestly) think!



INT. DINING ROOM - NIGHT

A cute chunky girl squirms impatiently in a chair in front of a cake with six glowing candles. The flickering candles are the only source of light in the room and the shadows they cast on the walls are large and menacing. The little girl points at the shadows and laughs. She’s MIRI [LITTLE], a happy, sunny child.

Miri [LITTLE]
(cute)
Can I blow the candles?

A stunningly beautiful lady smiles down patronizingly at the child. The lady smoothes her pale green dress and pats her hair again, to make sure everything is just right. This perfectionist is CHALISE.

Chalise
(fond)
Just a few more minutes, Miri. Your father said he’d-

A car door slams shut. Heavy footsteps sound beyond the door, in the hall. The door swings open and a heavy-set man enters the room. He’s dressed in a light-coloured business suit and is carrying a briefcase. He drops the briefcase to hug Chalise, giving her a quick peck on the cheek. This is EDWARD, Miri’s father.

Chalise
How was work Edward?

Edward
Same as always.

Miri [little]
Daddy!

Miri [Little] jumps from her chair and runs to her father. She flings her short arms around his knees and hugs them fiercely. Edward laughs and picks her up. He holds her tightly, as if she were going to disappear.

Edward
(still holding Miri [Little])
How was our little girl today, Chalise?

Chalise
An angel.

Miri [Little] beams happily.

Miri [Little]
Now cake?

Edward sets Miri [Little] down with a laugh.

Edward
Yes, we can do the cake now.

Miri [Little] settles herself in the chair again and notices a candle is out. She grabs the box of matches lying nearby on the table and tries to relight the candle.

Edward
(whispers to Chalise)
They found us. They’re coming.

Chalise glances at Miri [Little] worriedly.

Chalise
(quiet)
How long do we have?

Edward
I don’t know.

Candle relit, Miri [Little] turns around, eyes traversing her parents’ troubled faces.

Miri [little]
Mommy, daddy. Is something wrong?

Chalise
(quick, changing subject)
Be careful with the matches don’t burn yourself.

Edward
How old’s my little lady turning?

Miri [little]
(proud)
Six!

Edward smiles at his little girl.

Chalise
Ready?

Miri [Little] nods enthusiastically, bouncing in her seat.

Chalise & Edward
(harmonizing)
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday dear Mirali...
Happy bir-!

Candlelight glints off the barrel of a gun. A gunshot interrupts the festivities. Edward falls to the floor, a dark patch quickly spreading across his chest. Miri [Little] spots the murderer, with his cruel grin, and shrieks. The killer is KIRIL, a young man of about twenty-eight or so. He lowers the gun, aiming at Miri [Little]. Chalise, in tears, hair a mess, yanks her away right before the bullet hits her chair, exploding it into a billion tiny pieces. Vines sprout from the wall behind Kiril and wrap around his arms and legs, making it impossible for him to move. Chalise kneels next to Edward, choking back sobs, holding Miri [Little] in her arms. Miri [Little] is sobbing into Chalise’s shoulder.

Edward
(faint whisper)
The matches... I can give you five minutes... Keep our girl safe.

Chalise nods and grabs the box of matches from the table, reverently handing them to Edward. They smile at each other sadly, tears in their eyes. Kiril slowly melts into the shadows and vanishes, unnoticed. Carrying Miri [Little] awkwardly, Chalise walks out the door.

EXT. STREET - CONTINUOUS

Chalise runs down the dark street, holding Miri [Little] close. Behind them, their home explodes and burning debris showers down upon them. Chalise continues to run, and despite the tears rolling down her cheeks, never once looks back.

INT. MOVING CAR - DAY

Chalise drives slowly, occasionally glancing at the girl in the passenger seat. The girl stares at nothing, quiet and closed. She is MIRI, the sixteen-year-old version of Miri [Little]. It’s her birthday. Chalise pulls into the high school parking lot and stops. They sit in silence for a few moments before Miri opens the door.

Chalise
Miri?

Miri pauses, and looks back.

Miri
Yeah, Mom?

Wordlessly, Chalise hands Miri a cream envelope/letter. Miri gives her a funny look and makes as if to open it.

Chalise
Don’t open it yet.

Miri
Why not?

Chalise
It’s... Wait until after school.