Try Again (A Scripted Series)-Part One

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ACT TWO

INT. HALLWAY – DAY

Savannah walks down the hall, dragging her hand across the lockers causing the various locks to bang against the metal. Tristen walks beside her.

TRISTEN

I really appreciate you helping me out.

SAVANNAH

It's no big deal.

TRISTEN

It's a pretty big deal to me. But I guess you wouldn't know that. Your first year, right?

SAVANNAH

Yeah.

TRISTEN

Where'd you used to go?

SAVANNAH

Not too far away.

TRISTEN

That has to be frustrating. Your parents couldn't wait half a year for you to graduate.

SAVANNAH

It's complicated. This is our stop.

INT. ART CLASS – DAY

They enter the empty classroom. Savannah heads for the sculpting tools beside a table full of colorful ceramics. Mrs. Baschier comes out of the back room.

MRS. BASCHIER

Sorry, Savannah. I haven't been able to grade your project, yet.

SAVANNAH

Oh, no rush.

Savannah picks up her sculpture: A sprawling ceramic tree painted in the style of Leonid Afremov.

TRISTEN

You made that? It's pretty cool.

SAVANNAH

Thanks. Mrs. Baschier, I lost the key to my locker. Could I borrow one of your tools?

Mrs. Baschier pulls out a Swiss Army Knife.

MRS. BASCHIER(CONT'D)

Let me give you a hand. Which way?

Tristen and Savannah lock eyes. What now? Savannah leads the way.

INT. HALLWAY/SAVANNAH'S LOCKER – DAY

Mrs. Baschier picks the lock until it clicks opens.

MRS. BASCHIER

All set.

SAVANNAH

Thanks.

She hesitates then opens her locker. It's empty.

SAVANNAH (CONT'D)

Sorry. I keep getting the halls mixed up. Could I borrow that?

MRS. BASCHIER

As long as I get it back at the end of the day.

SAVANNAH

Of course.

Mrs. Baschier hands over the knife and walks off. Tristen eyes Savannah for answers.

SAVANNAH (CONT'D)

I don't like lockers.

Heads back to class.