saturday, march 24, 1984- 12:45 PM
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Brian, Bender, Claire and Opal are all sitting in a circle together, smoking weed and all laughing hysterically. Bender lights Claire up, and when she takes a drag, she starts coughing. Brian and Opal laugh at her. Brian exhales smoke and tries to eat it. Opal starts laughing hard, and leans into Brian's chest.
"Chicks, cannot hold their smoke! That's what it is!" he says in a weird voice. Opal gets up, laughing more.
"Oh, oh yeah? I-I can hold mah smoke!" Opal says, taking a drag and breathing out a huge cloud of smoke. Brian and Bender's eyes widen. Brian even applauds her. Opal giggles, and takes a bow.
"Do you know how popular I am? I'm so popular, everybody loves me so much, at this school..." Claire says. Opal puts her hand on Claire's shoulder and links her arm with Brian's.
"You're sooooo lucky.... Wish I wasn't some nobody." she says.
"Poor babies." Bender says. Brian waves over to Claire and falls over, dragging Opal with him. She lets out a yelp, while the other two teens start giggling.
Andrew emerges from a very smokey room. He takes a drag, and starts dancing to the applause the others were making. He goes back into the room, screams and breaks the glass door. Opal whoops, and Andrew walks over to the other four.
Brian, Opal and Andrew are laughing together. The girl in all black walks over to join the other three in their circle.
"No no man, no... you got a middle name?" Andrew asks Brian.
"Yeah, guess." Brian says.
"Ooh, is it Peanut Butter?" Opal interjects. All six teens start laughing hysterically.
"N-no, but awesome guess, Opalllllll...." Brian says, putting his arm around her. The girl in all black sits between Andrew and Brian.
"Your middle name is Ralph, as in puke, your birthday is March 12th, you're five-nine and a half, you weigh a hundred and thirty pounds and your social security number is 0-4-9-3-8-0-9-1...3." she says. Opal's eyes widen as she turns to face the girl.
"Wow! Are you psychic?" Andrew asks, fascinated.
"No." she replies.
"Well would you mind telling me how you know all this about me?" Brian asks her. She reaches into her bag and takes out a wallet.
"I stole your wallet." she says, grinning.
"Give it to me..." Brian says.
"No..." the girl in all black says.
"Give it!" he says. She reluctantly hands him his wallet, and he looks through it to make sure she didn't take anything.
"This is great... you're a thief too, huh?" Brian says.
"I'm not a thief!" the girl says.
"Multi-talented!" Brian retorts.
"What's there to steal? Two bucks and a beaver shot!" she exclaims.
"A what?" Andrew asks.
"He's got a nudie picture in there! I saw it, it's perverted!" she says.
"Alright, let's see it!" Andrew says.
"Yeah! Who ya got in there?" Opal asks. Brian blushes, while Andrew grabs his wallet and starts looking through it.
"Oh hey, what's your name?" Opal asks the girl in all black.
"Allison..." she says.
"Cool." Opal says. Andrew takes out a fake ID from the wallet.
"This is the worst fake ID I've ever seen." Andrew says. Opal grabs it, and starts laughing.
"Do you realize you made yourself sixty eight?" Andrew asks. Opal giggles.
"Oh, I know, I know. I goofed it." Brian says.
"What do you need a fake ID for?" Andrew asks the blonde.
"So I can vote!" Brian says.
"You vote?" Opal asks. Brian nods.
"You wanna see what's in my bag?" Allison asks.
"No!" Brian and Andrew say.
"Yeah!" Opal says at the same time as the boys. Allison smirks, and takes her bag and dumps the contents onto the couch.
"Holy crap, that's a lot." Opal says.
"Holy shit! What is all that stuff?" Andrew asks.
"Do you always carry that much shit in your bag?" Brian asks.
"Yeah, I always carry this much shit in my bag. You never know when you may have to jam." Allison says.
"Are you gonna be like a shopping bag lady? You know like, sit in alleyways and like talk to buildings and wear men's shoes and that kinda thing?" Brian asks.
"I'll do what I have to do." Allison says.
"Why do you have to do anything?" Brian asks.
"My home life is... unsatisfying..." Allison says.
"So you're saying, you'd subject yourself to the violent dangers of the Chicago streets because your home life is unsatisfying?" Brian says.
"I don't have to run away and live in the street. I can run away and, go to the ocean, I can go to the country, I can go to the mountains. I can go to Israel, Africa, Afghanistan..." Allison says, trailing off. Brian moves over to Opal and Andrew.
"Andy, Opal, you wanna get in on this? Allison here says, she wants to run away, because her home life is unsatisfying." Brian says to the two.
"I can see why you'd want to do that, my home life's kinda like that too." Opal says. Allison nods.
"Well everyone's home lives are unsatisfying. If it wasn't, people would live with there parents forever." Andrew says. Opal nods.
"Yeah, yeah I understand. But I think that her's goes beyond, you know, what guys like you and Opal and me consider normal unsatisfying." Brian says.
"Never mind, forget it. Everything's cool!" Allison says, getting mad. She starts putting everything back into her purse.
"What's the deal?" Andrew asks her.
"No! There's no deal, Sporto. Forget it, leave me alone." Allison says.
"Wait a minute, now you're carrying all that crap around in your purse. Either you really wanna run away or you want people to think you wanna run away." Andrew continues.
"Eat shit!" Allison shouts, standing up and walking away.
"The girl is an island, with herself okay?" Brian says. Andrew stands up and goes to follow Allison.
"Hey, Bri, lay off her. I'm kinda going through some shit at home similar to her." Opal says. Brian's expression softens.
"What do you mean? Your home life is 'unsatisfying' too?" Brian asks. She nods, putting her face in her hands. Brian hugs her slightly.
"It's okay, Opal. I'm here." he says. Opal starts to cry a bit. Brian takes her face in her hands.
"You don't need to say anything, only if you want to." Brian tells her. Opal nods, and kisses Brian on the cheek. He smiles, his face crimson.