I chose to write a montage of my high school experience to Bush's "Glycerine". I will warn you now that this is not one of my happier posts-high school was not a great time in my life.
INT. HIGH SCHOOL HALLWAY- DAY
SHE walks alone, carrying a stack of books. All the other STUDENTS ignore her. A group of GIRLS pass, one points at her and says something we can't hear. The others laugh.
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INT-HOUSE-DINING ROOM- DAY
Tearful, she checks out the window to make sure she is alone. She opens the cabinet and pulls out a bottle of liquor. Tilting back her head, she swallows a quarter of the bottle, wipes her mouth, and replaces the bottle.
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INT. HOCKEY RINK-NIGHT
She walks in full gear alone from the bathrooms, into the rink, and to the locker room, alone. A COACH stops her, shaking his head. She leans against the wall and waits until the rest of the HOCKEY TEAM exits the room. They laugh and joke with each other. Ignored, she follows them onto the ice.
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INT. GIRL'S BEDROOM- DAY
The room looks like a typical teenage girl's room with posters plastering the walls. She sits on the floor, head in her hands, sobbing. She gets up and pulls an Exacto knife out of a desk drawer, sits back on the floor, and cuts her arm again and again, until her arm is covered in blood.
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INT. SCHOOL- HALLWAY- DAY
She walks close to the lockers, alone. Two GUYS walk in the other direction. As she avoids an open locker, she passes them and they shove her into the open door. Laughing, one high-five's the other, who punches the locker right above her head, startling her.
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INT. GIRL'S BEDROOM- NIGHT
She sits alone on the bed, her legs crossed, headphones on. A discman sits in her lap. Her eyes are closed and she mouths the words to the song, a smile on her lips.
