MAY 21, 2015
NEW GIRL--PART ONE
FADE IN:
INT. CLASSROOM-DAY
In the middle of a British high school's classroom, Mrs. Jonson, an English teacher with ash eyes and iron hair, stands in the front of a semi-filled classroom seats in pairs of per table with Ashley, a new student with long, fine, glossy, straight, chestnut hair and sky blue eyes, standing beside her and looking nervous.
MRS. JONSON
Ashley, why don't you tell everyone a bit about yourself?
Ashley looks towards the ground and subconsciously bites her lip.
ASHLEY
Oh. S-Sure.
Mrs. Johnson exits left and sits on an empty nearby desk. Then, nods her head as if prompting for Ashley to start. Ashley hesitates for a moment as she takes in a shaky breath. When she finally speaks she sounds nervous and unsure.
ASHLEY
Hi. I-I'm Ashley. I just moved hear from America.
Ashley starts to glance up from the floor but immediately looks straight back down as fear gathers inside of her. Harry, a tall, emerald eyed, curly haired, boy, jumps out of his seat, almost knocking it to the floor. He gushes with excitement.
HARRY
Liam is from America too!
Mrs. Jonson glares at Harry and he immediately sits back down. Then, she turns toward Ashley.
MRS. JONSON
You will have to excuse Harry; he can be very loud sometimes. But, yes, Liam is from America. So is his sister Jade. Say 'hi'.
Liam, a tall boy with a brown quiff and hazel eyes, stands up ready to introduce himself. Then, he notices Jade, a tall girl with jet black hair neatly tied in a ponytail who also had brown eyes like Liam, hasn't stood up from the seat in front of him. He leans in and whispers to her, informing her to stand. Her reply is sharp and loud.
JADE
No!
Liam looks slightly annoyed by her comment.
LIAM
Okay. Hi. I'm Liam. This is Jade, my sister.
Liam motions towards Jade with a short head movement and she rolls her eyes. Liam smiles at Ashley, who slightly looks up from the spot on the floor she was starring at.
MRS. JONSON
Thank you, Liam. Jade, see me after class.
Jade scoffs, crosses her arms, and slumps back in her chair, not caring.
MRS. JONSON
Does anyone have any questions for Ashley?
There is a short pause. People look around at each other to see who will raise their hand first. Then, Abigail, a short, ivy eyed, girl with beautiful, thick, large curls cascading down, raises her hand.
MRS. JONSON
Yes, Abigail.
ABIGAIL
What's your favorite song?
Ashley shyly blinks and looks away towards her shoulder. Her answer comes out more like a question.
ASHLEY
YOU ARE READING
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