It starts to rain heavily in the streets of Brooklyn. The streets begin to puddle around, and no one is in sight. Mollie sits on the stoop of Milo’s house, soaked and wet, and extremely mad. She was meant to meet up with Milo to rehearse for their auditions, but Milo has yet to show up and Mollie’s phone is dead. Her hair drips from being soaked and wet.
She looks ahead and sees someone running in the streets. When she gets a closer look at who it is. She gets mad to see that it’s Milo.
When Milo gets closer, he stops in his tracks when he sees Mollie. She stands up from sitting on the stoop.
Milo: Mol? Whatcha doing–
Mollie: *interrupts* Are you fucking kidding me, Milo?!
Milo: I told you I was working on the project with my partner!
Mollie: So was I! But at least I still did my part and kept with our plans for rehearsing for these damn auditions!
Milo: Why didn’t you text me?
Mollie: Because my phone died, ass wipe! And your dad and Jennifer aren’t home! Auditions are in two weeks and we have yet rehearsed for this stupid thing!
Milo doesn’t say anything, he just stands there, feeling guilty.
Milo: I’m… I’m sorry. I was just busy working on the project. I totally forgot.
Mollie: Yeah, you keep forgetting a lot of shit these days.
Milo: *defensive* No I don’t, stop exaggerating, Mol.
Mollie: You never hang out with me anymore! You’re always busy with Sophie doing this dumb project! What the hell is even going on between you two?
Milo begins to nervously stand in place. He doesn’t say anything immediately, and Mollie doesn’t wait for his answer.
Mollie: I’m suppose to be your best friend, Milo. I understand you got other shit to do, but it’s like you don’t even want to hang out with me anymore!
Milo: I don’t know why you care all of a sudden! You go and do your own thing all the time and I never complain about it!
Mollie: Because my shit involves dancing, therapy, and going to my dad’s house! You purposely are always busy whenever I want to hang out! You do nothing but work on that dumb project. *laughs* You think that plastic is actually your friend?
Milo stays silent, but he gets mad when Sophie is mentioned.
Mollie: You don’t think that bitch is going back to her friends and talking shit about you? That’s what girls like her do, Milo! Are you that fucking blind?
Milo: *yells* Just shut the fuck up, Mollie! You have no idea what you’re talking about! Instead of bashing others and shit, maybe you should try to be a nice and decent person and stop being like those mean girls you swear you’re nothing like!
Milo walks past Mollie and goes to the front door. He opens it and walks in. Mollie turns around.
Mollie: Fuck you, Milo! You’re such a lousy best friend!
The door slams behind him. Mollie’s eyes begin to water up, and she quickly runs away from the house.
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Mollie tiredly walks into the front door of her house, still soaked from the rain. She immediately hears her mother’s voice in the kitchen.
Mom: Mollie Sue Castro! Where the hell were you?
Her mom looks at her and sees her wet clothes.
Mom: Do you know what time it is?!
Mollie: My phone died.
Mollie walks past her mom to walk upstairs, but her mom turns her around by placing her hand on her shoulder.
Mom: Mollie–
Mollie: What?! I told you my phone died! I was at Milo’s anyway!
Mom: Jennifer wasn’t home today. Where were you?
Mollie: *defensive* I swear I was at Milo’s! I was supposed to hang out with him and–
Mom: So you didn’t hang out with him?
Mollie begins to get frustrated.
Mollie: I was supposed to!
Mom: Mollie, this isn’t the first time you went out and I didn’t have no idea where you were! You’re about to graduate middle school, you have to learn how to take responsibility for your actions!
Mollie: I’m telling the truth! Why don’t you believe me?!
Mom: Because you lost that privilege when you kept making excuses for your poor behavior. I’m disappointed in you, Mollie.
Mollie: *upset* Mom!
Mom: Get changed out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold. Hand me your phone and laptop; you’re grounded.
Mollie: Are you serious?!
Mom: *angry* What else am I suppose to do? You will not listen to me and I can’t keep you letting things like this slide! You’re grounded, and you will not go to dance for two weeks.
Mollie: *furious* Are you fucking kidding me?!
Mom: Language, Mollie!
Mollie: No! I didn’t even do anything wrong and you’re grounding me? I have Waverly auditions in two weeks, I need to practice!
Mom: Well you should’ve thought about that when you were out and not checking in with me.
Mollie stomps her feet and walks towards the staircase.
She reaches her bedroom door and slams it shut when entering. She flops on her bed and screams into her pillow. She turns around starts to cry in bed. Her face is puffy and hot; she gets up and grabs clothes from her dresser and walks to her bathroom.
Emotionless, she enters the bathroom and closes the door behind her. She places her clothes on the floor and runs her shower. She looks at herself in the bathroom mirror; she’s tired, puffy, and mentally exhausted. Her family hates her, her bets friend hates her, and anyone else that tolerates her just secretly hates her. She opens up the medicine cabinet and reaches for something.
Mollie: Fuck everyone.
Letters From Liz. 