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Setting: Louis is sitting on an old, filthy bed, staring dejectedly at the papers in front of him. A single tear rolls down his cheek and he blinks it away. He stuffs the paper under his pillow and lays down, closing his eyes against the upcoming flood, trying to prevent it and failing. Soon, his face is tear-streaked and his sobs shake the old frame of the bed. A knock sounds on the door, but he doesn't answer.

Mrs. Smith: Louis? Are you okay?

Louis: Go away.

Setting: Mrs. Smith opens the door a crack and peers in, sighing when she sees the mess of tears her son has become.

Mrs. Smith: I'm so sorry, dear, but we can't-

Louis: (Sitting bolt upright and glaring at her) You're SORRY?! For thirteen years I've dreamed of getting into an Ivy League college, and this time I had a two-year full acedemic scholarship to Dartmouth. Do you know how rare that is? And now you won't let me go?! (He collapses on the bed and once again begins crying)

Mrs. Smith: I can't let you go running off to college with Camille so young and me being gone all the time.

Louis: (His voice is muffled against the pillow) So here's an idea - why don't you try staying home for a change?

Mrs. Smith: I can barely pay for this trailer, Louis, I'm not going to get fired.

Louis: (Sits up slowly and turns to look at her with a look that reminds Mrs. Smith of the phrase 'if looks could kill') Then get a different job. You have the credentials. YOU went to college!

Setting: Mrs. Smith reels back from the vehemence in her son's voice and he slams the door with so much force his bed frame breaks and the whole thing turns into a pile of rubbish on the floor. He groans and pulls the papers out. He digs in his dresser and finally finds a knife. He holds the papers to his wall as if they were a painting and he was going to hand it, and then he shoves the knife through the top so the papers are displayed on his wall.

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