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Part 1 (won’t seem connected until part 3).
In 1993 I transferred from Catholic school to public school, the transition wasn’t too difficult since I hated Catholic school with a burning fire and knew nothing of public school at all; though it was establish rather quickly that I was not going to be welcomed with open arms.
“Kristy will you please be Sonya’s buddy and show her around campus for the day?” My teacher Mrs. Rutherford asked a pretty little girl with long blonde hair sitting in the front row.
Actually she looked a lot like the girl from Poltergeist
Kristy agreed and once we were released for recess she walked me straight to the girl’s bathroom. “Come with me.” She said, leading me into the grey colored restroom with six empty stalls, a large mirror hung above two sinks, a drain lay in the middle of the room and a fan screamed loudly as she told me to stand in the center of the room, directly over the drain.
“Don’t move.” She said as a toilet flushed itself.
“What was that?” I asked terrified. I knew we were alone in that room, but I knew nothing of old piping.
“The ghosts.” She replied as she walked over to the door and flicked off the light. The fan stopped screaming though it continued spinning casting shadows on one stall as the sunlight peaked past the blades. “If you step off that drain, the fan will start moving again then conduct enough electricity to kill you; a lightning bolt will come from it and hit you where you stand.” Then she shut the door behind her.
I stared at my reflection suddenly convinced beyond a shadow of a doubt Bloody Mary was going to come through and get me; I jumped off the drain and ran for the door. I was not struck by lightning.
***
About half way through the school year, for no reason at all an overachiever-popular girl named Jessica wrote a play. It was the most God awful, nonsensical bull crap ever. She asked for volunteers to be a part of her play, then assigned people parts. At the time I wanted to become two things when I grew up, a singer and an actress. I was the first to raise my hand and I hadn’t even seen the script. She assigned me the part of card holder. I had no lines. I was given four large cards that read different times of the day and told to stand in front of the class with the cards before each scene.
I am not too sure when it sunk in that while I had a very demeaning pointless part, there were even more children in the audience that had been overlooked for any part in this craptaculous play at all. I was a fair child, I believed the world was just and kind, and couldn’t understand why anyone should be left out. That night I went home and worked on my own play entitled Lose It or Earn It.
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The concept behind my play was rather simple, two sisters decided to get their Mother a gift for her birthday, but not just any gift THE GIFT; a gold, diamond studded pony broach they had seen her eyeing many times before. The girls go to the mall where the clerk informs them of the cost which was somewhere around two hundred dollars. Throughout the rest of the play the girls do odd jobs to earn the money to pay for the gift they believe their Mother so desperately wants. No job was easy, from washing cars, to selling prized positions, convincing those that came they really wanted whatever goods or services they provided. In the end the girls save up enough money to get the broach, they run to the store only to discover the broach had been sold. Dejected the girls head home, heads hung low, they enter the house to find their Mom beaming from ear to ear in the kitchen. “Look what I just bought!” Their Mom says revealing the pony broach, both girls faint….. and scene.
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The script was flexible, there could be a multitude of actors or there could be as few as four or five. A group of us presented my play to the class about a week later. Mrs. Rutherford called me back when we all got up to go to recess. “Sonya, that play was really good!”
“Thank you.” I said. I honestly hadn’t written it for any other reason than to show that no one should be left out.
“I strongly urge you to enter it into the talent show.”
I had never even heard of a talent show before, we didn’t have them in Catholic school. I was blown away, not that my works would be displayed for all to critic but because I was going to be able to perform on stage, and without hesitation agreed. Then it all went to hell….
-ducksoup- 