Behind Blue Eyes' Blurty

My english assignment about my life...
Its been ages since I last posted... not much has happened... my friendship rekindling with Jess has been going nicely, we hung out in the free... that was nice...

This is my English assignment that I had to do (It's only a draft)... It was written using a script that sucks big BALLS and using my self as a character, and all the other characters coming from the script as well. Basically, if its not in "" marks, it means its a stage direction... because its meant to be a play... I doubt many people stuck to the "Play" part of this assignment and wrote more of a dialogue

Script of Daily Life

List of Characters
Steve Johnson - Student
Wayne Dobbs - Teacher (Mid thirties)
Ida Johnson - Mother
Immaculata Santini - Student

Act 1

It’s ten past three in the afternoon. Steve is sitting at a desk in a classroom surrounded by 29 other raucous students. He stares silently at a blank page in his folder, he seems so intent on looking at his page, he doesn’t notice a ball of paper bounce from the top of his head. The other students howl wildly like a pack of hyenas. The teacher, stressed to the hilt, glares at Steve accusingly and bellows…

Wayne: “Causing trouble, are we Mr. Johnson?”
Steve: “Err… n, n, no sir, I was uh, looking at my page about to brainstorm for your ass…”
Wayne: “Wasting time, then?”
Steve: “Err, n…”
Wayne: “Listen, I’m not going to put up with a punk like you. I’ve had five lessons with year eight’s and their bullshit already today, and I AM NOT going to take it from a dickhead who should know better, like you! You can stay in after school”
Steve: “But sir, I must go home straight away, I have to collect my nieces from school.”
Wayne: “No “ifs” or “buts” about it. You’re staying in after school”

The stage goes dark and a single spotlight focuses on Steve, Indicating that he is alone and thinking to himself, also allowing the other actors to leave the stage. He looks insightful and then turns to the audience.

Steve: “Dammit! Shit! I was sitting there looking at my goddamned page… I have to pick up my nieces, or mum will KILL me! Can’t people understand how difficult it is living in my circumstances?”

The whole stage illuminates, there are empty desks and seats organized into even rows. Wayne Dobbs walks onstage casually; it is obvious that he has calmed down. He leans against a desk at the front of the room and invites Steve to come and talk to him, Steve still stressing, gingerly walks over and sits on a desk, shaking with anger.

Wayne: “Steve, What happened today?”
Steve: “I didn’t do a thing sir, I was sitting at my desk, contemplating work and then you yelled at me.”
Wayne: “No, Steve, you were messing around, weren’t you”
Steve: “Uh, If I was messing around… I sure didn’t notice it”
Wayne: “Steve, it has come to my attention that you are not doing work as effectively as you can, It worries me that you have all this potential to be successful, yet you let it go to waste by messing around.”
Steve: “Look, I haven’t got time to muck around with you telling me that I haven’t been doing this, and have been doing that, I have 3 little children to collect from school and take home. I was due to collect them 10 minutes ago, and I will cop shit from my mother when I bring them home.”
Wayne: “I will speak to you tomorrow about this… When do you have a free next?
Steve: “Middle-double, tomorrow… Ill see you there”
Wayne: “I want you to think good and hard about why you’ve been like this, and we will talk about it.”

The backdrop turns a deep crimson, red as an audio montage plays, we hear voices of Steve and an older female voice, and it sounds as if they are quarrelling. Steve and Ida stand on the stage waving their arms in a menacing way towards each other, adlibbing a silent argument. The quarrelling noises become intense as we hear heavy footsteps and a loud slamming of a door. Ida walks off stage and Steve walks into the middle of the stage under a single spotlight, the sits on the end of his bed with a sad posture, his head hanging low and his shoulders slumped forward, he looks sad, he has a deep sigh and looks up to the audience.

Steve: “You know, its tough living in a household where there is always something happening. My three nieces are forced to live with my family, and my parents can hardly cope. People say “My child is getting to that ‘busy’ stage in their life”, well these ones are stuck in that ‘busy stage’; they’re always demanding attention. Here I am, in year 12, finishing high school, being forced to make possibly one of the toughest decisions in my life, and NO ONE can leave me alone long enough to think about my answer. Luckily, I have Metallica and my guitar to help me concentrate. As if that’s not enough, my teacher is on my back about not handing up schoolwork, if he only knew how I lived, I’m sure he would understand.

*Phone rings*

Steve: “Excuse me…”

Another spotlight on the stage lights up, revealing Immaculata, sitting on her bed talking on her mobile phone, Steve and Immaculata seem to be engaged in conversation.

Immaculata: “Steve, hows things?”
Steve: “My life is uh, "Fine...” what a cliché that is. Things are shitty Immaculata, I was held in after school because some dickhead threw a ball of paper at me. Everyone laughed at me and I was blamed for the uproar. Its not fair, I can’t understand why people don’t take a second to think about how things happened and then think rationally. After that I had to pick up my nieces from primary school and my mum yelled at me because I was late. So here I am feeling shit and talking to you.
Immaculata: “Ok. Mr. Dobbs asked me to call and see how you are, Do you need any help with schoolwork?”
Steve: “Uh, what do you think?”
Immaculata: “Steve, if you’re going to be angry Ill leave right now”
Steve: “Immaculata, I’m upset, no one seems to want to understand how I am feeling, no one wants to go near my shoes, let alone step into them. It upsets me that everyone just wants to live his or her own lives and not bother helping people… especially Mr. Dobbs, he’s a teacher, he should be guiding us to be successful at year 12 and here he is crucifying me. Anyway, I’m glad you called Immaculata, Your call really made me feel a lot better about the world, pray tomorrow ends up better...

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What did you think? Personally I thinkits crap, but i needed to vent pent up anger and let my teachers know about my home life at the same time... I dont think they realise what its like living the way I have to.

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