INT. ROGER EL SAYAD’S BEDROOM- BEFORE DAWN
Gray morning light illuminates a room cluttered with clothes, colored pencils, and crumpled paper. On a nightstand squashed between a twin-sized bed and the wall, an alarm vibrates. Stretching his arm from beneath the bed covers, ROGER, eighteen, slams the alarm, interrupting its buzzing. Roger glances at the time and groans. His head drops onto the pillow. ROGER Why now... He lies still momentarily, staring at the dark ceiling before pushing himself out of bed. ROGER Time to check on Minnie. EXT. BACKYARD- TEN MINUTES LATER The red-tinted indigo sky gleams above a small backyard, bordered in the back by a row trees leading to a forest and empty except for a shed across from the house. The light chirping of birds flits through the air. Roger creaks open the screen door and exits his house, careful the door doesn’t slam behind him. He tiptoes over to a shed with his arms wrapped around two bowls of cereal. ROGER (whispering) Minnie! A low groan sounds from the wooden structure. ROGER I know it’s early, but you gotta eat! A snort from within. Roger sighs and looks around him. A few beats pass and then the shed door creaks open and a minotaur appears, towering over Roger. Roger grins. ROGER There you are, Minnie! EXT. FOREST- A FEW MINUTES LATER Roger and Minnie sit side-by-side on a log in the forest munching on cereal. Fall leaves lay scattered around them. ROGER I have to say, even though it's been a couple of months now, I’m still not used to doing all of this alone. Minnie pauses in his eating to glance at the boy. ROGER I know I should be happy that Aziza has started college and Loli is working now, but...I don’t know...I guess I sound kind of stupid. MINNIE You don’t to me. I miss them, too. They sit in silence. A yellow-speckled gray bird flits to the ground before them. ROGER I’m surprised this little guy hasn’t left yet for migration. MINNIE Maybe he’s like us, not ready to leave home yet. Roger smiles at his friend. ROGER So how should we make the most of this fine day? The two friends sit side-by-side laughing as the yellow-speckled bird lifts off the ground and follows the breeze into the sunrise.
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INT. SANDHYA’S BEDROOM- MORNING
A pink lamp illuminates eight-year-old SANDHYA sitting at her desk staring into space. Above her bed scattered with chapter books and plastic toys, an astronomy-themed analog clock ticks. The hour hand jerks to eight and the clock chimes. Sandhya jolts. While her back is turned to her desk, a bottle of play-doh rolls onto the center of the desk’s surface. Sandhya twists back around and peers at the yellow play-doh container. The second-hand clicks in the background. Grimacing, she snatches the bottle and opens it. Colors ooze onto her hand. Sandhya shakes her wrist and the play-doh transforms into a clay waterfall that wriggles and crawls on its own. The waterfall dips down onto the desk, where it forms a pool. A mountain range builds itself along the length of her arm. Wide-eyed, Sandhya stills. Her gaze flickers to the lamp and a lightbulb (imaginary) appears above her head. Sandhya grins. She squeezes her eyes shut and the play-doh squirms, fusing together into a floating vibrant ball before bursting. Sandhya’s eyes open to see little clay planets revolving around yellow and orange stars drifting by her head. A clay rocketship swoops around the planets before landing on Sandhya’s desk. Sandhya rests her chin on the wooden surface and smiles at the figurine. Plummeting from the asteroids and comets above, white specks of clay tumble around the spaceship. As each speck strikes the desk, they sprout into flowers and critters that sway and frolic beside the vessel. A knock on the door. SANDHYA’S MOTHER (Outside room) Sandhya, help set the table, please! The clay figurines in the air and on the desk fall still before collapsing into a single ball that rolls back into the yellow container. Sighing, Sandhya snaps the cap back on. SANDHYA Coming! Sandhya ambles out of her chair and takes one last glance at the container sitting at her desk. SANDHYA Don’t worry, I’ll be back later. INT. FIRST GRADE CLASSROOM- AFTERNOON
Two girls squat side-by-side on the carpet. One girl, MADDI VIANA-GOVEA, plays with a plastic horse with a broken leg. The other girl, COLLETTE ZONG, shifts around a collection of toy people. A teacher stomps by to reprimand two students tugging on a small train. A fly swoops by Maddi’s head. Maddi’s gaze tracks the creature as it flits towards Collette’s direction. Collette reaches to grasp the insect. It floats away and out an open window. Maddi grins. A beat. Collette smiles back. The school bell rings. The two girls turn away from one another. INT. MADDI’S MOM’S CAR- TWENTY MINUTES LATER Maddi fiddles with her toy horse. MADDI’S MOTHER (in Argentinian Spanish) Did the second day of school go better? MADDI (in Argentinian Spanish) Yeah. MADDI’S MOTHER (in Argentinian Spanish) Did you talk to anyone? Maddi gives a slight smile. MADDI (in Argentinian Spanish) No, but I think I might have made a friend. MADDI’S MOTHER (in Argentinian Spanish) You have to talk to people, Maddi. The only people you ever talk to are Dad and me. If you want to keep this friend of yours that you’re making, you better start speaking to them with words. INT. FIRST GRADE CLASSROOM- NEXT AFTERNOON Maddi and Collette play side-by-side on the carpet. Collette clutches a small airplane. She makes it woosh around Maddi’s head. Maddi’s eyes sparkle. She taps her hands together. She picks up a plastic green snake and slips it onto Collette’s vehicle. Her hand clasps Collette’s fingers. Collette’s hand pauses. The airplane and snake hover in the air with the two girls grasping them. Collette smiles at Maddi. A beat. Maddi grins back. |
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