So, we're supposed to be doing Holiday skits, but by now we were just to well known as the group who always does depressing skits to do anything else (also half of our group is writers who don't know how to make anything interesting unless it's sad), and of course we couldn't let the happiness of our topic get in the way of what we were writing...
Charlotte......a conflicted girl with anxiety and depression (Played by Elodie)
Fred......Charlotte's concerned friend (Played by Eden)
Depression......figment of Charlotte's imagination, opposite of Anxiety (Played by Kayla)
Compassion......figment of Charlotte's imagination, opposite of Hatred (Played by Emma)
Hatred......figment of Charlotte's imagination, opposite of Compassion (Played by Tavia)
Anxiety......figment of Charlotte's imagination, opposite of Depression (Played by Me)
Charlotte and Fred are at Fred's house. Charlotte is on the couch and the emotions are sitting or standing around her. Fred is in the kitchen. It is New Year's Eve, and it is cold and snowing outside.
Anxiety: Fix your shirt, Charlotte. Oh my heavens, fix your hair! (Charlotte self-consciously does so.) Do you want Fred to see you like this? You're in his house, for goodness sakes!
Depression: Shut up, Anxiety, it doesn't matter. He doesn't care. (pause) Nobody cares.
Fred: (walks in from the kitchen) The hot chocolate is ready. Do you want some?
Charlotte: (after a moment of silence) I-I have to go. Bye, Fred.
Fred: (quickly, concerned) Wait! Charlotte! (she pauses and turns back to him) I'll walk you to the bus stop.
Hatred: Ugh. He needs to stop pitying her. It's revolting.
Compassion: He's not pitying her, Hatred, he's being nice! He's Charlotte's friend, after all.
Hatred: (rolls eyes) Compassion, he's a stalker, and he's definitely stalking Charlotte.
Compassion: (frustrated) He's not a stalker! He's chivalrous!
(While the emotions were bickering, Fred had made his way to the door, waiting patiently for Charlotte. Charlotte had been watching the emotions argue. To Fred this looked like she had just been staring off into space)
Fred: (gently trying to get Charlotte to talk) Charlotte? Are you coming?
Anxiety: Hurry up Charlotte, the longer you stand there the weirder you look! He's your only friend, you know. What will he think of you now?
Depression: (snaps) She's fine.
Hatred: I agree with Depression. She doesn't need your...(wrinkles nose in disgust)...pity.
Charlotte: (quietly) I'm fine.
Fred: What's that?
Compassion: Charlotte, if you're not fine you should let him know! He can help you.
Charlotte: Nothing. Let's go.
Anxiety: No, no, he won't help, he'll be disgusted by her. We can't let him know.
Depression: It's not like he actually cares anyway. You know that, right? He's just pretending. They all are...
Fred: (as he and Charlotte reach the bus stop) Hey, it's pretty cold out, and it's snowing. Are you okay in just that sweatshirt? (He steps closer, as if to share his warmth. Charlotte subtly edges away. Fred, though slightly crestfallen, doesn't push it.)
Charlotte: Yeah, I'm okay.
Anxiety: Charlotte, are you really okay? You could freeze to death, you know. You could catch hypothermia and die!
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8th Grade Theatre
Short StoryHey guys! Ok, so I don't even know if I've put this I'm my description, but I love theatre! (Well, actually I just did it in 6th grade because that's what all my friends were doing, but you know, I've come to love it) Point being, we've done a lot o...
