KOTLC movie + script

Part One

Mr. Sweeny: Miss Foster! Have you decided that you're too smart to pay attention to this information? *yanks earbuds out of her ears*

Sophie: *opens eyes* No, Mr. Sweeny. *pulls hair around face*

Mr. Sweeny: Then perhaps you can explain why you were listening to your iPod instead of following along? *holds up earbuds*

Sophie: *tugs eyelash* *looks down*

*chatter*

Mr. Sweeny: Since you've decided you're above this lecture, why don't you give it? Explain how the Lambeosaurus differs from the other dinosaurs we've studied.

Sophie: *recites some facts*

*echoey muttering as if we're in Sophie's mind*

Mr. Sweeny: *mutter* Know-it all. *stalks to next room*

Garwin: Nice job, superfreak. Maybe they'll write another article about you. 'Child Prodigy Teaches Class About the Lame-o-saurus.

Class, except for Sophie: *walks to next exhibition*

Fitz: *glances from other side* *looks at paper, stares at Sophie* *smiles* *walks over* Is this you? *points to newspaper*

Sophie: *nods*

Fitz: I thought so. *squints at picture* *looks back at Sophie* I didn't realize your eyes were brown though.

Sophie: Uh...yeah. Why?

Fitz: *shrug* No reason

Sophie: Are you in this class?

Fitz: *smiles* No *points to Albertosaurus* Tell me something. Do you really think that's what they looked like? It's a little absurd, isn't it?

Sophie: Not really. Why? What do you think they looked like?

Fitz: *laughs* Never mind. I'll let you get back to your class. It was nice meeting you, Sophie.

*kindergartners run into fossil exhibit* *lots of noise, mental and real*

Sophie and Fitz: *fingers on temples* *pained face*

Sophie: *glances around* *looks at Fitz*

Fitz: *hushed voice* Did you just . . . hear that?

Sophie: *pales* *gasps* *steps back* *whispers* Who are you?

Fitz: *eyes widen* You did—didn't you? *moves closer* *whispers* Are you a Telepath?

Sophie: *flinches*

Fitz: *whispers* You are! I can't believe it.

Sophie: *backs away towards exit*

Fitz: It's okay. *holds out hands* You don't have to be afraid. I'm one too.

Sophie: *freezes*

Fitz: My name's Fitz. *steps closer* I'm not kidding.

Sophie: *wobbles*

Fitz: *grabs her arms* It's okay, Sophie. I'm here to help you. We've been looking for you for twelve years.

Sophie: *jerks away* *bolts through door* *down the stairs* *ash and smoke in her face* *sucks in big breaths*

Fitz: *shouts* Sophie, come back! *chases after her*

Sophie: *runs faster*

Fitz: Wait, you don't have to be afraid.

Sophie: *halfway through crosswalk*

*screeching tires*

Sophie: *locks eyes with driver*

*car right in front of her*

CUT!