Month: February 2022

Black Sheep in Society.

The Black Sheeps’ Adventure: A Scene.

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It was later in the afternoon, and class for Micah and Rosie has been let out. They walk out of their building together, exhausted from their long lecture.

Micah: Wow, that had to have been some of the worst lecturings I’ve been through since being in college…

Rosie: Tell me about it. Like, how could you spend an hour just talking about primary colors?

Micah: Wait, was that what he was talking about? I just thought he really liked red, blue, and yellow way too much.

Rosie shakes her head and continues walking away from the building towards the sidewalk that leads to the front of the college. Micah follows along.

Micah: Are you done for the day?

Rosie: I am. You?

Micah: I dropped a class for this one because I just didn’t want to stay here until 6.

Rosie: Makes sense.

Micah nods and continues walking with Rosie. She looks to her side where she sees Micah right beside her.

Rosie: So you weren’t joking when you said you don’t drive to and from campus?

Micah: We live in a city where parking is non-existent. Plus, the bus is just cheaper to do.

Rosie: *scoffs* You just don’t seem like you’d be riding the city bus home.

Micah: Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to get my license and a car just so that we don’t have to walk this long walk towards the front anymore.

Rosie laughs and shakes her head. Micah’s phone vibrates in his pocket, to which he takes it out and looks at the notification. It’s Kalia, telling him that their plans for tonight have to be postponed. Micah’s smile fades away, and Rosie notices.

Rosie: Damn, it looks like your girlfriend dumped you or some shit.

Micah: *rolls eyes* She didn’t dump me, she just dumped our plans for this afternoon.

Rosie: Bummer.

Micah: It’s whatever.

The two silently walk along the sidewalk; they don’t say anything to each other until Micah looks back up at Rosie.

Micah: So, what does your day look like after class? Go home to your family? Play with a pet?

Rosie: I don’t live with my family. They… live in Philly.

Micah: Oh? I didn’t know you weren’t from here.

Rosie: I’m just here for school, so I live… with a roommate…

Micah: That’s cool! Do they go to school here too?

Rosie: No… they, uhm, go to another school in the city.

Micah nods his head.

Rosie: How about you? Going to band practice in your mom’s garage or something?

Micah scrunches his eyebrows and laughs.

Micah: No, I don’t do “band practice”. I usually just make something in my room or do some writing.

Rosie: You’re trying to become the next big Soundcloud rapper?

Rosie laughs and Micah just looks at her. He laughs along as well.

Micah: You deadass think you have jokes, Roe.

Rosie: *defensive* Hey, I said don’t call me that.

Micah: But friends give each other nicknames like that.

Rosie rolls her eyes and stops walking. Micah stops with her.

Rosie: Why are you so determined to be friends with me?

Micah: I think you’re pretty cool, and I like having cool friends.

Rosie starts walking and shakes her head.

Rosie: You don’t want to be friends with me.

Micah stops Rosie from walking to look at her.

Micah: Let’s hang out.

Rosie: What? Are you insane?

Micah: What? My plans fell through, you’re not working at the bookstore today, and the day is still young. Let’s go hang out and do something like how friends would.

Rosie ponders the thought. She’s confused and concerned.

Rosie: Me? You actually want to hang out with me?

Micah: I did offer to. plus, it’s not like we have any serious homework to do for this lame Art class anyway.

Rosie: *deep sigh* You’re not going to let this go if I say no, so I guess we’re hanging out.

Micah smiles and continues to walk towards the front gate, to which he sees the bus pulling into the bus stop. Both Rosie and Micah run towards the front, in hopes they don’t miss the bus.

The "Something" Series

Something For Yourself: A Scene.

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It’s a snowy night in New York; Grace sits on a train with her daughter, Willow, heading to upstate. Willow sits on her knees, staring outside the window. Grace watches her daughter.

Grace: You see all the snow on the ground, Willie?

Willow: *nods* I do, Mommy!

Grace: You’re going to make snowman when we get to daddy’s house?

Willow gets excited and starts to bounce in her seat, which makes Grace laugh. Willow continues to look out the window when Grace’s phone begins to ring. She looks down at her phone to see it’s Emerson.

Grace: Hey, Em.

Emerson: Hey, Grace! I just wanted to see if you’re coming to Cami’s baby shower next weekend.

Grace: Oh, yeah, yeah… I’m still coming…

Emerson: That sounds like you forgot. Come on, Grace, you know this is important to me and Cami.

Grace: *annoyed* Look, I’ll be there. I gotta go though.

Grace hangs up the phone and puts her phone in her bag. She looks towards the window of the train.

…

The front door of a house opens and Willow runs up to her father. Max picks up his daughter and greets her. Grace walks up the front steps with Willows overnight bag.

Max: Princess! Daddy missed you!

Willow: Hi, daddy! Can we build a snowman?

Grace finally walks up to the front door.

Max: We can build one tomorrow when the sun is out.

Willow: But mommy said I can when we got home.

Grace’s face flushes red. Max laughs.

Max: I promise we’ll build one tomorrow, okay Princess?

Willow: Okay.

Max kisses Willow on the head, and then opens the door wide for Grace to walk in.

Max: There we go, darling.

Max closes the door behind them and finally greets Grace once he puts Willow down.

Max: Hey, Grace.

Grace: Sorry about Willow, I promised her a snowman when we got here and–

Max: *laughs* You’re fine, Grace.

Grace doesn’t say anything, but she immediately looks up when someone walks from the kitchen.

Miriam: I heard a little rascal run in the kitchen– *looks at Grace* Hi!

Miriam wipes her hands on her apron and extends her arm for a handshake.

Miriam: I’m so sorry for not greeting you at the door! I’m Miriam.

Grace looks at the woman in front of her and extends her arm to accept the handshake.

Grace: Hi, I’m Grace; Willow’s mom.

Miriam: Oh I can tell Willow is your daughter from a mile away! She’s practically your clone.

The statement makes Grace laugh.

Max: Hey, she has my traits too!

Miriam looks up at Max.

Max: Maybe when she gets older, she will.

The women laugh as Max rolls his eyes and takes Willows overnight bag upstairs. Grace gets uncomfortable when she’s alone with Miriam.

Miriam: Grace, you can come into the kitchen if you’d like.

While Miriam walks towards the kitchen, Grace slowly follows behind. She enters the kitchen and looks around; it’s been a long time since she’s been in this kitchen, it never looked as organized and lived in as it does now. The cooking smells great, and the kitchen table is already prepared for guest to eat dinner.

Miriam: I’m so sorry if it’s last minute, Max told me a little too late that you were coming by with Willow for dinner.

Grace: Oh, it’s okay, everything looks great already.

Grace takes a seat at the table and looks around. Miriam puts down the kitchen towel and proceeds to sit with Grace.

Miriam: Max has told me so much about you. He told me you run a business?

Grace: *nervous* Uhm, yeah. It’s sort of a family business, and I decided to run it.

Miriam: Wow, that sounds exciting! My parents run a little store near Buffalo; it was definitely a first job that I didn’t tell most of my friends.

Miriam laughs, and Grace smiles back.

Grace: So, you grew up in the Buffalo area?

Miriam: *nods* Yeah. I went to school in Cornell to get away from the border for a couple of years, then took up teaching in Yonkers. Are you from the area?

Grace: Oh, no no… I live in the city; I’ve been here for about 10 plus years already. I grew up in Virginia.

Miriam: Oh wow! You definitely seem like you’ve been in New York City for your whole life!

Grace: People tell me that all the time. My parents were from the city.

Miriam: The city is a beautiful place to visit. Max and I visited the Christmas tree back in December and it’s more beautiful than the pictures do it justice.

Grace doesn’t say anything; she takes in the information that Miriam shared with her. Her and Max never did the cute holiday things in the city when they were together. The only time she went to see the tree at Rockefeller Center was when–

Miriam: Willow is such a wonderful girl, by the way. You and Max are raising a very great girl.

Grace: Thank you, Miriam. Do you have kids of your own?

Miriam: I don’t, but Willow definitely fills the place! *laughs*

Grace laughs uncomfortably, she shifts in her seat.

Miriam: Oh… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that…

Miax walks into the kitchen and greets the two women.

Max: I put Willow down for the night.

Max kisses Miriam on the forehead and takes a seat next to Miriam. He puts his arm around her, and Grace watches on.

Miriam: Grace was telling me how she’s only been in the city for a couple of years!

Grace: *awkward* Heh, yeah… Uhm, so how did you two meet?

Miriam: *smiles* We teach at the same university.

Grace: Law?

Miriam: Oh no, I teach Chemistry.

Grace widens her yes in shock; Miriam doesn’t look like she would teach such a difficult subject.

Grace: That’s… interesting.

Max: *to Miriam* Grace was in the law business until she took over her family business.

Miriam: Oh! Does your family run a law firm?

Grace doesn’t say anything back right away; she tries to word it as best as possible.

Grace: No, it’s… uhm… a dance business.

Miriam’s eyes widen as she nods her head; Grace immediately begins to feel judged.

Miriam: That’s—

Grace: I honestly should get going. It’s a long trip back to the city and it’s getting pretty late…

Miriam: But dinner isn’t ready yet!

Grace: I’m sorry, but I really should go. *to Max* I’ll call you to set something up with Willow next time.

Max: Grace…

Grace: *to Miriam* It was nice meeting you.

Grace gets up from the table and grabs her bag from the walkway. Before she can leave, Max walks over to her.

Max: Grace, please—

Grace: This has nothing to do with you and Miriam. I think she’s great for you.

Max: Then why are you leaving so early? Something is clearly bothering you.

Grace closes her eyes and slowly opens them before saying anything to Max. She puts on her coat before finally saying something.

Grace: You don’t need to worry about me, Max. I’m okay. Really.

Max doesn’t fight it; he watches Grace open the front door of his house and walk outside into the dark night. She doesn’t look back, but she wipes off a tear falling down her face.

…

A couple of hours have passed, and Grace finally arrives at her apartment. She drops everything down on the floor near her door, and walks away. She heads over to the sofa and sits there in silence. She squeezes her eyes shut and holds them, immediately screaming in frustration. She doesn’t move from the sofa, she just sinks into it, hoping to fall asleep for the night.

The Teenage Tell-Tale.

The Teenage Graduation (Pt. 2): A Scene.

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The graduating class of Beverly Junior High sits in the front of the auditorium while the parents and guests sit towards the black. The Principal makes her speech about this year’s graduating class. Every now and then, the teachers have to quiet down the chatty class, but for the most part, the graduation ceremony proceeds just as planned.

Principal: I would like to introduce this year’s valedictorian. She’s a phenomenal scholar and will be continuing her studies as a classical instrumental major at Waverly High; the city’s highest honor performing arts school. Please give a round of applause to Sophie Lee!

The auditorium claps as Sophie stands up from her seat on stage. She nervously walks to the podium, looking out to the audience. She looks around towards her classmates as her stomach begins to knot up. She doesn’t say anything when she stands at the podium; an awkward silence fills the auditorium.

In the audience, Milo watches Sophie on stage, worried for her. He looks around and sees her former friends talk and laugh at Sophie. Milo gets mad and instantly stands up from his seat.

Milo: *shouts* Woohoo! Sophie, you got this!

Sophie looks towards the crowd and sees Milo standing up from his seat. The other graduating classmates look towards Milo. She smiles and takes a deep breath. The teacher quiets down the class and looks towards Sophie. Sophie looks back out towards the auditorium and closes her eyes. She pictures herself at the park with Milo on the stage while they were working on their exit project. She remembers Milo running out towards the audience to tell her to play her violin without any worries at the audience.

Sophie opens her eyes and looks towards the audience once more. She takes a deep breath and looks down at her speech.

Sophie: Good morning, Class of 2022. We are here today to celebrate us ending a chapter in our journeys to start a new one; one where we will learn more about ourselves as people, and one where we will carry our academics and talents to other realms of the world. We all have a unique story to tell, and telling our stories can help those who feel too scared to tell theirs, or those who can’t speak theirs out loud.

Sophie takes a pause and looks at Milo. Milo, in the audience, smiles and nods his head at Sophie. She looks back up, and continues with her speech.

Sophie: My mom met my dad in Korea when he was living there to teach. They both lived in Korea in her small apartment, facing the challenges most interracial couples face in a country where foreigners are not looked at too kindly. My mother, who wanted her children to learn about her roots and culture, also wanted better for us and to learn that passion and determination and courage comes from wanting to going against the norms in society.

Sophie looks down at her paper and shifts in her stance. She continues, even though she appears more nervous than before.

Sophie: I want to thank my mom for always encouraging me to challenge myself and be the best version of myself I can. For us to move from England to the United States within the last year, she taught me that all that I needed to know moving on from middle school and going into high school. Because of her, I am more determined to continue my story and share it to those who may not know me well, and not know that I came to America because my mom wanted me to have a better life and more opportunities to explore my full potential.

Sophie looks back up, feeling confident in her words.

Sophie: So to the Class of 2022, I hope that our next chapter gives us the opportunity to better ourselves and explore life on different paths. We have all worked hard to be in these caps and gowns today, and if no one has told you how proud of you they are today, I will be the one to congratulate you and your accomplishments, because we did this together as one. Thank you and congratulations!

The auditorium applauds and SOphie takes a bow. She shakes hands with the principal as she goes back to her seat. She looks towards Milo in the audience, who gives her a thumbs up.

…

After the graduation ceremony, all the graduates and their family are in the schoolyard, taking pictures with one another and handing them gifts for their graduation. Milo walks out and looks around the schoolyard for Sophie, but doesn’t see her right away. He hears someone calling out his name, and when he turns around he sees his family.

Jennifer: Congratulations, Milo!

Jennifer hugs Milo and Milo Sr. ruffles Milo’s hair up and smiles.

Milo Sr: We’re so proud of you, bud.

Milo: Thank you.

Milo continues to look around the schoolyard.

Jennifer: Oh! Mollie is with the rest of the family, let’s go and meet up with them.

As the two adults walk in the opposite direction that Milo is looking in, hoping to see Sophie, but fails in the process. He suddenly looks disappointed.

Milo and his family meet up with Mollie and hers. Mollie fist bumps Milo when they meet up, congratulating each other for graduating.

Mollie: We did it! We survived middle school!

Milo: *laughs* Who would’ve thought, right?

Shortly after, Milo and mollie’s friends join them to take pictures. Before they take the first picture, Milo notices Sophie through the crowd of people, in which he quickly jumps out of the group photo an runs towards Sophie. He reaches Sophie and taps her shoulder, in which she turns around and hugs Milo.

Sophie: Congratulations, Milo!

Milo: You too! You did amazing with your speech.

Sophie: You think so? I was really nervous that it was going to sound stupid or dumb…

Milo: It was great. You shared things that were personal and you chose to tell your story. That takes courage, and you totally out beat your stage fright.

Sophie smiles at Milo’s kind words. Sophie’s mother comes towards Sophie and greets Milo.

Ms. Lee: Congratulations, Milo!

Milo: *shyly* Thank you, Ms. Lee.

A woman calls out for Milo, which makes him turn around to see Jennifer and Milo Sr. walking towards his direction. Milo’s face fushes red, embarrassed for his parents to come and meet him when he’s talking to Sophie. Jennifer notices the girl with Milo, and notices the girl’s mother as well.

Jennifer: Hi! I’m Jennifer, Milo’s parent. And this is Milo Sr, Milo’s dad.

Sophie: Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Kamalani. I’m Sophie, Milo’s friend.

The adults smile and begin to introduce each other and have a small talk. The two teens walk away from the adults, towards a secluded area where no one is. They sit on the edge of a railing.

Sophie: We’re officially going into another summer, huh?

Milo: We are. Can you believe it’s been a year since we became friends?

Sophie: It definitely feels like it’s been longer.

Milo: *laughs* Right? It’s been one hell of a year.

The teens share a silence between each other and then look at each other and smile.

Sophie: Thank you, for everything you did for me this year.

Milo: You don’t have to thank me. We’re friends, and that’s what friends do.

Sophie smiles and then takes a deep breath.

Sophie: You think we will still be friends in high-school?

The question catches Milo off-guard.

Milo: Of course! Why would you think that we wouldn’t?

Sophie: *shy* I don’t know… what happens if we don’t see each other in school? Or don’t have the same classes? Or what if we have new interests and new friends and we forget about each other–

Milo: *laughs* Scout!

Sophie stops talking and looks at Milo. He shakes his head and smiles.

Milo: Something tells me we’re going to be together for a really long time.

Sophie smiles and doesn’t say anything. A slight tension is now between the two teens. They look at each other in the eyes. Slowly, they both kiss each other on the lips and pull away.

Sophie: *embarrassed* I’m so sorry Milo, I didn’t–

Milo: No need.

Milo smiles wide to reassure Sophie of his feelings at this exact moment.

Milo: I… liked that.

Sophie takes a deep breath out of relief.

Sophie: I… did too.

The two teens smile big, excited for what’s to come. Milo gets up from the railing and extends his hand out for Sophie.

Milo: Shall we go back to everyone else?

Sophie grabs his hand and holds onto it. Their hands stay interlocked with each other’s as they walk down towards the crowd of graduates and loved ones.

— The End —

Black Sheep in Society.

One Black Sheep, Two Black Sheep: A Scene.

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Micah sits on the balcony ground of the performing arts building. He waits for his new class to begin in an hour; he scrolls through his phone until he hears someone call out his name. He looks up to see that it’s Tanner. Tanner walks towards Micah and sits on the ground next to him.

Tanner: You’re here early.

Micah: I needed to get out of the house. My brother and his family are staying over and I couldn’t take the noise.

Tanner nods and understands Micah’s view.

Tanner: Did he ask you about Kalia?

Micah: When doesn’t he? It’s like he purposely brings her up just to piss me off.

Tanner: He probably doesn’t know the dynamic between you two.

Micah deadpans at Tanner.

Micah: What dynamic? As a couple?

Tanner: Well, a couple where one is practically famous.

Micah rolls his eyes and continues to look through his phone.

Tanner: Did she actually show up this time?

Micah: No. She basically had some meeting with her dad that she couldn’t miss…

Tanner: Ouch. That’s embarrassing in front of the fam.

Micah looks at Tanner.

Micah: *sarcastically* Wow, what would I do without you as a friend?

Tanner smiles, thinking he did something good. Micah laughs and shakes his head, going through his phone. He stops midway when he sees an article pop up on his timeline.

Micah: What the fuck…

Tanner looks at Micah, then down at Micah’s phone.

Micah: Kalia is being considered for the main role in this big-time upcoming movie…

Tanner: Whoa! That’s amazing!

Micah: She never told me she auditioned for this movie role.

Tanner: Maybe her father helped her get it?

Micah: *shakes his head* Kalia purposely wants to make her own name outside of her dad, she wouldn’t have let him help even if it was the better option…

Micah looks up from his phone, still dumbfounded. Tanner begins to get up

Tanner: Well, I have to get going to my next class; Dani and I are gonna be in the study lounge around 2 if you’re still around.

Micah: Yeah, I’ll see what I’m doing later…

Tanner fist bumps Micah and walks away. Micah leans his head back on the wall and closes his eyes. He opens them when he hears someone walk down the hall. He looks at the person and immediately wakes up. The person walking towards Micah begins to slowly approach him, stopping near his legs.

Micah: *sing-song tone* Gooood morning, Roe.

Rosie: I told you to not call me that.

Micah: But we’re friends, and friends give each other nicknames.

Rosie sits down next to Micah, which surprises him at first.

Rosie: Who said we’re friends?

Micah: I did.

He extends his hand to go in for a proper handshake.

Micah: Nice to meet you, friend.

Rosie rolls her eyes and half-smiles. She’s amused. Micah laughs and looks forward towards the balcony railing.

Micah: So, are you off today?

Rosie: Yeah. Today I have classes so, I just go to them.

Micah: Cool, cool… Shouldn’t you get going to it?

Rosie: *confused* This is my class…

The two students look at each other, realizing the same information at the same time.

Rosie: You? Taking “Introduction to Art”?

Micah: It’s an elective; how about you? Aren’t you, like, majoring in art or something?

Rosie: It’s a part of my coursework, dumbass–

Micah: I’m just asking a simple question!

Rosie gets up from the ground while Micah watches her.

Micah: Where are you going? Class starts in like 20 minutes!

Rosie: *while walking away* I’m going to smoke a cigarette.

She stops midway down the hall and tries to search for the pack of cigarettes in her bag. She struggles, lifting her knee up so that her bag is closer to her as she digs deep in her bag. Micah gets up from the ground and walks towards Rosie. He reaches into his jacket and takes out his pack of cigarettes, lifting the lid open. Rosie looks up from her bag and sees Micah offering a cigarette. She kindly takes one.

Rosie: Thank you.

Micah nods, and they both walk towards the exit of the building.

The "Something" Series

Something Like My Mother: A Scene.

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Grace sits on a bar stool in a cafe. She sips her coffee and looks around the slightly busy cafe; she takes in a deep breath and looks down at her mug.

Moments later, the stool next to her is occupied. Grace looks up and sees her mother.

Grace: Hey, mom.

Mollie: Hey, sorry that I was late, the subway was delayed.

Grace: I totally understand, it’s fine.

Mollie orders the hot chocolate and then looks at her daughter.

Mollie: Are you okay? You seem a little down today.

Grace: When am I not down?

Mollie: Hey, now. I don’t like when you talk that way.

Grace doesn’t say anything back.

Mollie: Clearly something is wrong. What is going on?

Grace sighs loudly and puts her mug down on the counter.

Grace: Just going through a lot of things.

Mollie: You called me over here to do some mind-reading?

Grace: Mom…

Mollie: How are things with Willow?

Grace: She’s well.

Mollie: When will be the next time we can see her?

Grace: Soon, mom. Soon.

Mollie puts her hot chocolate down and looks at her daughter.

Mollie: If you’re not going to talk to me, I’m just going to head on out…

Grace: Wait! Wait!

Mollie sits back down next to Grace. Grace traces her finger around the rim of her mug, nervous to finally talk about things.

Grace: Mom… how did you get to where you’re at now?

Mollie: *confused* What do you mean?

Grace: Like, how were you able to get back on your feet after… y’know…

Mollie: *sigh* It wasn’t easy, and it doesn’t always happen the way you expect it to go… is everything okay, Grace?

Grace: Things haven’t been great. Max is now seeing this girl and they are getting pretty serious… I think he’ll marry her.

Mollie: But you guys weren’t together for awhile now.

Grace: I know, but… I just didn’t think he would see someone else.

Mollie: *confused* But you were seeing someone else?

Grace: *deadpanned* Mom.

Mollie: I’m sorry. I know it must be hard to see your ex move onto another person. But, Max deserves to be happy, just how you deserve to be happy.

Grace doesn’t say anything, she still looks worried.

Grace: I’m afraid Max will take Willow and move away from New York.

Mollie takes in a deep breath before speaking to Grace.

Mollie: That’s something you have to talk to Max about. But no matter what happens, Willow is your daughter and you’re in her life.

Grace doesn’t seem convinced.

Grace: I just don’t think I’m meant to be happy.

Mollie: Stop it. I will not allow you to talk to yourself like that.

Grace: I’m serious though. I’m slowly losing my daughter, I’m losing my friends, I lost-

Grace ponders on her next thought: Jamie.

Grace: I just don’t understand why I break everything around me.

Mollie: Grace, you gotta be gentle with yourself. You can only try your best and-

Grace: *annoyed* That’s not good enough, mom! I feel like my best isn’t enough, that no matter how hard I try, I just can’t keep anyone in my life.

Mollie: Then maybe you gotta start making changes in your life. It’s not easy, but it can happen.

Grace doesn’t say anything back.

Mollie: Sometimes, you have to admit to yourself when things are too far gone to try to solve them. You just have to try to make things right for you.

Grace drinks her coffee, pondering in her thoughts.

…

Jamie sits at his kitchen table, trying to focus on the case files in front of him. He holds his head in frustration, trying to concentrate, but nothing is working. His phone rings, which takes him out of his work. He picks up his phone to see that it’s Mina, his oldest sister.

Jamie: Hello?

Mina: Jaemin-ah!

Jamie: Hi, noona. How’s everything going?

Mina: It’s going well; I’m at Mom’s house with the girls.

Off-screen, Mina calls out for her mom, Sejeong, in which she walks into the room. She walks over towards Mina and looks at the screen. Jamie smiles in response.

Sejeong: Is that my son?

Jamie: Hi, eomma.

Sejeong: Jaemin-ah, how have you’ve been? Coming home anytime soon?

Jamie: Still working on that case, hopefully it’ll be done soon. How are you?

Mina walks off-screen when she hears her children in the other room acting up. Sejeong stays in front of the screen.

Sejeong: I’m doing well. Lia is getting married next year. Did you hear?

Jamie: *hesitates* Uhm, yeah, yeah. She called me to tell me…

Sejeong: You’ll be here for her wedding, right?

Jamie: I’ll-I’ll see what I can do, eomma.

Sejeong’s smiles fades, but tries to keep it together in front of her son. Jamie already knows his mother can’t hide her emotions well.

Sejeong: You know, I’m getting older and…

Jamie: Please don’t talk like that.

Sejeong: It’s true. I’m lucky to see you for the holidays.

Jamie: I’m trying my best…

Sejeong sighs, and tries to shrug it off. Jamie bites his lower lip and sighs.

Jamie: I’ll make it back home for Lia’s wedding.

Sejeong: I’ll see it when it happens.

Mina calls out for her mom in the back, which makes her look behind her. She faces up at the screen.

Jamie: I’ll talk to you later, eomma. I love you.

Sejeong: I love you too. Take care of yourself, son.

Jamie smiles and then hangs up the call. The smile quickly fades away.

The Teenage Tell-Tale.

The Teenage Graduation (Pt. 1): A Scene.

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It’s graduation day for the seniors at Beverly Junior High. The graduating class all gather in the gym; they are all in their caps and gowns and taking pictures before the ceremony begins. On one side of the gym, Mollie and Ronnie are hanging out and talking to one another with their other friends, Davy and Jonah. Milo walks into the gym and looks around the room full of his classmates. He hears his name being called by Mollie, who he spots waving her hand across the room. He walks over to Mollie and greets her with a fist bump.

Milo: Happy graduation, guys.

Mollie: Finally, we’re out of here!

Ronnie: Goodbye, middle school, hello high school!

The two girls hi-five each other. Milo smiles and looks at his phone. He turns around and walks away from the group. Mollie looks confused.

Ronnie: I guess she’s here?

Mollie: Yeah, I guess.

Milo walks towards the entrance of the gym and greets Sophie. She smiles and hugs Milo. His face flashes red. He notices the special sash that only the honor students get.

Milo: Hey there, Sophie “Valedictorian” Lee!

Sophie: *giggles* Well hey there yourself!

Milo: Are you ready for your big speech?

Sophie: *nervous* I feel like it sounds really ridiculous and cheesy.

Milo: You’ll do great, Scout.

Sophie smiles and takes in a deep breath. Milo does the same before saying anything else. He grabs Sophie by the end and walks further into the gym. Sophie is confused but follows Milo.

Sophie: Where are we going?

Milo: I want you to meet my friends.

Sophie stops in her tracks, in which Milo looks back at her; Sophie looks worried.

Sophie: Your… your friends?

Milo: Yeah. *smiles* They’re gonna like you, trust me.

Milo reaches out for Sophie’s hand once again. She looks down at his hand and then takes it. They continue to walk towards the other side of the gym together.

When the two teens walk towards Milo’s friends; Ronnie, Davy, Jonah, and his best friend Mollie. The other teens look at Milo with Sophie. Sophie stands behind Milo, nervous and shy to be in front of his friends.

Milo: Hey, guys… you all know Sophie, right?

The friends nod their heads; Mollie doesn’t move in her spot. Milo takes a deep breath and begins to pull Sophie close to him. She nervously looks up at the group and then backs down towards the floor.

Milo: She’s a friend of mine, so she’ll be hanging out with us today.

Milo looks at Sophie, who looks at Milo with comfort. She looks towards the group of friends and shyly waves.

Sophie: *nervously* H-hi.

The group of friends says hi to Sophie, which makes her feel more comfortable. Mollie rolls her eyes and walks away from the group. Milo watches her leave.

Milo: *to Sophie* I’ll be back.

He walks after Mollie, calling her as she was walking away.

Milo: Mol—

Mollie: *turns around* Don’t “Mol” me! How could you? On graduation day?

Milo: She’s my friend, Mollie.

Mollie: And I’m your best friend!

Milo: Look, just because we are best friends, it doesn’t mean I can’t make friends with other people. She’s really nice and cool, and I wish you would give her a chance because she’s… she’s…

Mollie: The girl you like?

Milo’s face turns red; he definitely didn’t think Mollie was going to say that.

Mollie: I’m not going to sit around and see you swoon over a girl that is just going to use you in the end. Girls like Sophie don’t like guys like you.

Milo: No, girls like Laurie don’t like guys like me. Sophie isn’t like Laurie, and you would know that if you gave her a chance.

Mollie doesn’t budge, but the teachers call out for the students to line up and get ready for the start of the ceremony. The two friends separate and go in their spots in line for the ceremony.

Milo goes to his spot across from Sophie, who looks at him. He looks at her; looking flustered. He sees how pretty and long Sophie’s hair looks and how cool her sash looks on her gown. He looks at her face, who is smiling back at him.

Sophie: Everything’s okay?

Milo: Yeah, yeah… everything’s fine…

Sophie reaches out for Milo’s hand, which instantly calms him down.

Sophie: Let’s do this.

Milo smiles at Sophie as the two lines begin to walk towards the auditorium.

Overexposed: A Self-Love Project.

Overexposed: Seven Months.

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Sometimes I think to myself: how was July just seven months ago? I guess when you’re focused and concentrated on something important happening in your life, you notice the day-by-day activity and time just feels like it’s going slow. I feel like that’s what happened to me; I’ve been so focused on this journey of mine! I’ve been learning how to eat differently and according to my new stomach and improving my relationship with food as a whole. It’s been a journey of ups and downs (still is) but it’s still so crazy to think that seven months have passed by since having gastric bypass surgery.

Hi, my name is Liz and I lost 80 pounds so far within my weight-loss journey.

First and foremost, I want to say this to get this out in the air: me talking about the amount of weight I’ve lost does not mean I hate the person I was when I was heavier. Talking about my size these days does not mean that I am “much happier” being smaller than when I was bigger. Me expressing my weight loss journey by trying on old pieces of clothing and having them fit does not mean I do not acknowledge the body I had before. My body isn’t a before and after. I am not a different person just because my body is changing.

One of the major things people have asked e in the course of seven months is if I feel any different, or if I feel better. I won’t lie; I tell every person that asks me that I feel so much better and so much of my age. It’s simply the truth. I was fine when I was heavier and I didn’t have major self-esteem issues behind my weight, but the more I gained weight, the more I felt limited in my movement in my everyday activities. During the quarantine period back in 2020, I gained 20 more pounds, resulting in me being 323 pounds. That was my heaviest weight ever. I returned back to my very physical and active bookstore job 5 months later and felt like I couldn’t keep up with the rest of my coworkers anymore because of my weight. It was stressful being a 26-year old woman feeling like they were actually 46-years-old. So yes, losing 80 pounds in seven months after having surgery has me feeling so much better and more of my age.

But, I tend to feel extremely anxious talking about my weight loss and sharing images of my body nowadays more than ever. The more I lose weight, the more I see my body changing. I am excited to see the changes, to feel the changes, and sometimes I will feel like sharing my journey can be toxic for others who struggle with their weight or don’t have the option to go for weight-loss surgery.

Your body is beautiful no matter what size it is, and I’m not saying that because I keep losing weight. My body was just as beautiful as it is now; like I don’t have a completely new body, it’s still me in my own body at the end of the day. Again, I know singlehandedly how hard it is to lose weight on your own; I’ve struggled my whole life trying to lose weight. I started dieting when I was just 12-years-old, thinking that if I only ever drank water and did not eat food I would lose weight. I would count my calorie intake on my phone during my freshman year of college because I gained the “freshman 30” instead of 15. I started Weight Watchers one too many times and failed because I was now anxious about my “points” for the day and week. I gave up trying to lose weight, which then resulted in me gaining 100 pounds in 6 years. I was so ashamed of myself when I hit 300 pounds because I thought I would never get to that point. That was just my standard; being only 5 feet tall and weighing as much as I did was extremely unhealthy and led to me being pre-diabetic. I knew that I needed more help in order to get healthy and lose weight.

I simply talk about my journey because I am serious about it. I am serious about keeping the weight off once that 2-year mark comes and then losing weight doesn’t just happen as it does now. I talk about my journey in every aspect because no one else has. Everyone will show you the pictures and videos of their bodies (and I’m not innocent of doing that either), but no one talks about the mental side of it all. No one talks about how it feels to have your birthday cake in front of you and can’t even have a piece with the rest of the family because you can’t have sugary sweets. No one talks about the constant vomit that happens within the first 3 months of surgery because you still don’t know what foods your body can handle and how much it can contain. No one talks about how people will call you pretty and beautiful now, but have never said that to your face when you were bigger. No one talks about these things, and I deemed myself as the person who would share this information with everyone. I told myself if no one else will tell me these things, then I will tell myself.

So here’s to seven months on this journey. Here’s to the 80 pounds I already lost whilst on this journey. Here’s to the next 5 months that will lead me to my first year since having surgery. Here’s to me shouting at the top of my lungs about my journey and my life and everything that comes with this chapter of my life. Here’s to being okay with my success and being proud of how far I’ve come without holding any guilt.

Here’s to me.

The "Something" Series

Before You Lose Something Important: A Scene.

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The keys are heard opening an apartment door. Grace walks into the apartment and kicks off her boots to the side. Ari follows her inside, placing her boots nicely to the side. Grace goes to the kitchen and gets a bottle of water out of the fridge. Ari stands there, watching Grace walk around her apartment like nothing happened.

Ari: Grace?

Grace doesn’t answer, she continues to do things around the apartment. It pisses Ari off.

Ari: Grace!

Grace: What?

Ari: You’re just gonna act like you weren’t puking your brains out a couple of hours ago?

Grace: No, but it’s over and done with; thank you for driving me home.

Grace walks into her bedroom, in which Ari follows her into. Once Ari enters, she slams the door behind her, making Grace look back, annoyed.

Ari: Grace, we gotta talk.

Grace: Yeah, you’ve been saying that forever now…

Ari: Because you’ve been avoiding it forever now.

Grace turns around to face Ari.

Grace: Can’t I just relax in my own home for fuck’s sake?

Ari: Dumb bitches like you don’t get to relax after the fuckery they pulled last night.

Grace: Excuse me?

Ari: Did I stutter?

Grace rolls her eyes and puts on a hoodie and sweatpants. Ari just stands there.

Ari: Do you even remember where the fuck you were last night?

Grace: Yeah. I was at the bar, is it a crime to go to the bar?

Ari: Do you remember where the fuck you went after the bar?

Grace: Your place.

Ari: Wrong. Do you see what I’m saying, Grace? You don’t even know where the fuck you were because you were so fucking drunk.

Grace: So what? I’m home now.

Ari: That’s not the fucking point, Grace! You’re not in college anymore; it’s not cute to be waking up in someone else’s house without you remembering. You’re a grown ass adult!

Grace: Then stop talking to me like I’m your fucking kid, Ari.

Ari: Then stop acting like one! Girl, you’re going to be 30 years old this year, and yet you are acting like the complete opposite! This drinking to the point of blacking out needs to fucking end.

Grace: I don’t remember asking for your opinion or this lecture.

Before Grace can walk out the bedroom door, Ari blocks the door way. Grace is beyond annoyed, and Ari doesn’t care if she is.

Ari: The clothes you were in earlier were not mine, or Dean’s, by the way.

Grace: So?

Ari: They were Jamie’s.

Grace’s eyes focus on Ari after the newfound information. She doesn’t know how to react.

Ari: That’s where you were last night.

Ari moves out of the way and Grace follows her out of the room.

Grace: WAIT, WHAT? What the fuck was I even doing there anyway? I don’t remember going out with him-

Ari: Because you didn’t. His friends spotted you taking shots at the bar and called him to help you out, since you were incapable of helping yourself out.

Grace doesn’t say anything, but Ari continues to speak.

Ari: You gotta stop all of this dumb bitch shit, Grace.

Grace: Look, I was upset and I need to just relax for the night.

Ari: That’s not a valid excuse to get shitfaced! You deal with it like a normal, functioning adult!

Grace: Whatever, Ari. I’m fine.

Ari: No, you’re not!

Ari is louder than she was. Grace uis taken back by Ari’s loud voice.

Ari: Grace, you gotta stop feeling sorry for yourself. You can’t just go to the bar and drink your life away because it’s not going the way you want it to go.

Grace: I’m allowed to do whatever the fuck I want to do!

Ari: At what cost, Grace? Huh? If you keep this up, you’re going to end up losing something important. You’re going to end up losing Willow. She needs you in her life and you gotta start acting like her mom!

Grace: Why? Huh?! Max is just going to play house with his new wife and she’ll be Willow’s new mom and I’ll just be the mistake in both of their lives!

Ari begins to gather her things to leave the apartment.

Ari: I’m not going to feel sorry for you. In fact, I feel sorry for Jamie for having to deal with you last night and the shit you put him through.

Grace: *angry* Are you seriously siding with my ex right now? You’re suppose to be my best fucking friend!

Ari explodes at Grace, revealing everything that has happened within the last 24 hours.

Ari: Do you know why I came to get you instead of Jamie this morning? Because he left; he couldn’t stand being with you and helping a person that really told him in a drunk state of mind that you killed his baby!

Grace is at a loss for words. Hints of last night begin to flashback to her. She remembers being with Jamie, and she remember crying herself to sleep.

Grace: Get out.

Ari doesn’t say anything back, she just grabs her things and heads for the front door. Grace stands in place, not really knowing what to do next.

The Teenage Tell-Tale.

The Teenage Girl Code: A Scene.

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It’s one of the rehearsal days for the seniors of Beverly Junior High. The boys and girls are separate from one another, yet find a way to chat with each other while waiting for the teachers to begin with rehearsal.

On the boy’s side, Milo sits quietly. He doesn’t really engage with anyone and looks like he rather be anywhere else but here at the moment. On the girl’s side, Sophie sits by herself while Mollie sits a couple of seats from her. She keeps looking in Sophie’s direction with a disgusted look on her face. Ronnie, who is sitting next to Mollie notices.

Ronnie: Mollie.

Mollie: *turns her head quickly* Huh?

Ronnie: Why are you giving Sophie the stank eye for?

Mollie: Nothing…

Ronnie: *sighs* Is this about Milo again?

Mollie: I just don’t get why he would choose a girl over his best friend!

Ronnie: He’s a boy, Mol. All boys are going to put girls before their friends.

Mollie turns her head back in Sophie’s direction and continues to stare at her.

Mollie: But she was friends with Laurie, Ron. She was a part of the squad that made my life a living hell for 3 years–

Ronnie: Yeah, but if she’s friends with Milo, then she might just be a nice person. You know Milo wouldn’t hurt you on purpose.

The teachers quiet the auditorium and begin to instruct directions in how to proceed with the practice.

Teacher: First, we will have the girls line up towards the east wing of the auditorium…

The girls get up from their seats and begin to walk towards the back of the auditorium. Sophie walks on her own until she is nudged by someone. She looks toward her side and sees that it’s Mollie, who is now passing her as she walks up. Sophie grows annoyed.

In the hallway, the girls line up in a single file line. Sophie now looks at Mollie, who is talking with Ronnie further down the line. She squeezes her eyes shut until she opens them and moves out of her place in line, walking towards Mollie. Sophie stops in front of Mollie, to which the girls stop their conversation and look at Mollie.

Sophie: Can we talk, Mollie?

Mollie looks at Ronnie, who nods her head. She walks away from the line, back to where Sophie was standing.

Mollie: What do you want to talk about?

Sophie: *sighs* I just wanted to let you know that it was never okay what Laurie did to you. I never agreed with what she did and I was never a part of anything she did…

Mollie: Okay…?

Sophie nervously fidgets with her hands until she forces her hands to her side to continue with the conversation.

Sophie: I also know you and Milo care about each other as friends and… I don’t want you to be mad at him because of him being friends with me.

Mollie: *laughs* You think you’re the reason? You know the world doesn’t revolve around you.

Sophie: Milo is my friend, Mollie, and… and I know he’s upset that you guys are fighting–

Mollie: *defensive* Look, I don’t need you in my business with my best friend. You have no right just coming in here and telling me what I should and shouldn’t do.

Sophie: No, I’m not saying that. I’m saying… we both care about Milo a lot, and… I’m coming to you as a person that understands how much he means to you. I just want us to be okay. We don’t have to be friends if you don’t want, but for the sake of Milo, let’s just be cool?

Mollie doesn’t say anything, she just stands there looking at Sophie.

Sophie: I don’t have anything against you, Mollie. I just… wanna let go of the foolishness. I hope that one day, you will see where I’m coming from.

Mollie walks away from Sophie once the teachers begin to straighten out the girls once more. She walks back to her spot, pondering on the conversation she just had. She doesn’t say anything.

The girls line up and walk down one side of the auditorium and the boys walk on the other side. Once the boys and girls meet up in the middle, they are partnered up as they walk down the middle aisle together. Sophie looks up to see herself partnered with Milo, which she smiles at. Milo smiles at her back, and Mollie, who is further down the line, watches the two interact. Once she reaches the middle of the aisle, she sees herself paired up with Simon. She rolls her eyes and looks forward. Simon catches on.

Simon: So many girls in our grade and I have to be paired with you?

Mollie: You’re not great either, idiot.

Simon shakes his head and stands next to Mollie. He looks at her and where she’s staring at.

Simon: Jealous that your best friend got stolen by another girl?

Mollie looks at Simon, highly annoyed.

Mollie: Jealous that your crush is spending all her time with another guy?

Simon’s smile fades.

Simon: I’m with Laurie.

Mollie: Puh-leeease. You’ve made it so obvious that you like Sophie, so I don’t know who you’re fooling.

Simon: *defensive* You don’t know shit, Castro.

Mollie: Clearly you don’t either, Hempstead. Sophie seems to be interested in another guy, so you’re just gonna have to deal with it.

Simon looks at Milo and Sophie further down the line, so are laughing and talking to one another. Simon gets angry and doesn’t say anything else.

Further ahead of the line, Milo and Sophie have a conversation while they wait for further directions.

Milo: You have your big speech ready, Valedictorian?

Sophie: *laughs* No, not yet. I have no idea what I even want to say.

Milo: I mean, write what you wanna say. It doesn’t have to be this big presidential, “I Have a Dream” speech.

Sophie: … Do you know Martin Luther King Jr. was not a president, right?

Milo: His speech was the only one I could think of.

Sophie laughs and pinches Milo’s cheek. He instantly turns red.

Sophie: Abraham Lincoln, our 16th President, started the Gettysburg Address with “Four score and seven years ago…”

Milo: What exactly is “four score”?

Sophie: *sighs* At least you passed social studies, but make sure to take better notes in high school.

Sophie scruffs up Milo’s hair; he just smiles and blushes in place. Behind Milo and Sophie is Laurie, who watches on from a couple of inches away from them. When the line begins to move, Milo and Sophie don’t notice right away, which Laurie finds her opportunity to finally say something.

Laurie: Romeo! Juliet! Pay attention and stop flirting with each other!

The rest of the class laughs, in which Sophie immediately turns red and embarrassed. Milo looks back at Laurie, upset.

Milo: You’re just mad because your so-called “boyfriend” doesn’t even talk to you.

Milo turns around as the rest of the class “ooo’s” at the diss. The teachers quiet down the class and proceeds with the rehearsal. Mollie, who is still in line, smiles at the diss that Milo told Laurie.

Black Sheep in Society.

Black Sheep’s Day Off: A Scene.

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Rosie walks out of a building in the city in high heels, sunglasses, a short skirt with a small jacket on. She looks around the street and instantly sees a limo pull up towards the building. Before walking towards the limo, she quickly looks at her surroundings. She walks into the limo and drives off.

Back in Brooklyn, Micah lays on his back on the couch, scrolling through his phone. His younger twin sisters sit in the kitchen area.

Reagan: He’s a total hottie though, Dyl! Like he’s a musician and every girl wants a piece of him!

Dylan: He’s not into me, though…

Reagan: He’s into you more than any girl I’ve seen him into! Let him stroke you like an instrument!

Micah gets up and faces the girls.

Micah: Over my dead body!

Reagan: *sucks her teeth* Chill Mic, it’s just a saying…

Micah: Yeah, before that saying becomes a reality and the only thing that tool is stroking is himself on a weekend night!

Reagan and Dylan say “eww” at the same time.

Dylan: You didn’t have to say all of that in front of us…

Micah: Well you didn’t have to say all that you did in front of me either.

The girls and Micah’s mother, Jennifer, walks into the kitchen area with a basket of laundry. She places it on top of the island.

Jennifer: I remember telling you two to start off the laundry an hour ago.

Dylan: We were getting ready to do it!

Jennifer: Really? Then why did I find the basket in your room?

The girls don’t answer; they are clearly busted.

Jennifer: Laundry. Now.

The girls get up from their chairs and grab the laundry to load it in the washer. Jennifer leaves the kitchen area and walks towards Micah in the living room.

Jennifer: Your brother and his family are coming over for dinner, Mic.

Micah: And?

Jennifer steps back and shows Micah the condition of the living room.

Jennifer: This place is a mess!

Micah: It’s only Milo, Ma! He’s lived here before, he knows how this place can be!

Jennifer: *stern* Micah.

Micah rolls off of the couch and stands up. He’s clearly not happy about having to clean up. He stumbles his way towards the broom and dustpan, about to clean up. Jennifer walks away and gets everything else straightened out. Micah’s phone gets to ring in his pocket, in which he takes it out and sees that it’s Kalia.

Micah: *answers the phone* Hey Kal.

Kalia: Hey babe! I was wondering if you wanted to go out today? My auditions got postponed to next Saturday so I have the weekend to myself!

Micah: *worried* That’s great…

He looks towards where his family is.

Kalia: You don’t sound too convincing…

Micah: It’s not that, it’s just… *sighs* My brother and his family are coming over for dinner, so I’m not going to be able to hang out with you.

Kalia: *down* Oh, I see… I really wanted to spend the day with you too…

Micah looks over towards the kitchen where his mother is beginning to prepare to cook dinner.

Micah: Why don’t you come over for dinner with my family?

Kalia: A-are you sure? I don’t want to intrude or anything.

Micah: I’m sure! Come by my place by 7?

Kalia: Yeah, sure.

Micah smiles through the phone.

Micah: See you then, Kal.

Micah hangs up the phone and turns around to see his mother looking at him from the kitchen. Jennifer sighs, continuing to do what she was doing.

Jennifer: Am I setting another plate on the table?

Micah: Yeah, I invited Kalia over for dinner since she was free.

Jennifer: Well, let’s just hope she actually makes it here this time around.

Micah doesn’t say anything.

…

A couple of hours later, The family is sitting around the large dining room table. On one end, it’s Jennifer and Milo Sr. with Reagan and Dylan, and then there’s Milo Jr, his wife Sophie, and two young children, Summer and Emerson. Micah sits towards the end of the table, next to an empty space.

Sophie: Dinner was delicious, Jennifer.

Jennifer: Thank you, sweetie! I know you’ve been asking for this dish for quite some time.

Sophie: I will definitely have a dish prepared the next time we do this…

Milo Jr: That’s if you don’t throw the ingredients at me again…

Sophie gives her husband a stern look.

Sophie: Carrying another one of your children gives me plenty of reason to do such thing, especially when you tell me how to cook.

Milo Jr playfully smiles at his wife, and kisses her on the forehead. His children say “ew” at the affection. Milo Sr and Jennifer smile at the sight, until Jennifer turns her head towards Micah, who is paying no attention to anything else besides his phone. She’s sad for Micah.

Jennifer: Any word yet, Micah?

Micah lifts his head to face the rest of the table, who is now looking at him. He doesn’t say anything.

Milo Jr: Micah had company coming too?

Reagan: His girlfriend.

Milo Jr: Girlfriend?

Micah rolls his eyes and ignores the conversation to the best of his ability. It’s easier said than done.

Milo Jr: Is it still with that model?

Micah: *annoyed* She’s not a model, she’s an actress and yes, she’s still my girlfriend.

Milo Jr: *nods* Okay, I hope to meet her one day.

Sophie: *stern* Babe.

Milo Jr: What? I’m just expressing my excitement that my little brother has a girlfriend and that I would like to meet her… whenever we get the chance to.

Micah gets up from his seat and grabs his plate from the table.

Jennifer: Micah–

Micah takes the empty plate from the table and walks into the kitchen. He slams the plates into the sink and walks out of the kitchen, towards his bedroom. The family watches on.

Micah walks into his room and takes out his phone from his pocket. He reads one of his unread messages from Kalia.

Kalia: So sorry for the change of plans. Something came up regarding the auditions. Love you ❤

Micah locks his phone and tosses it on the bed. He falls back onto the bed and looks up at the ceiling. He holds his face with his hands, frustrated and mad.