Another few days' pass, scene changes to the kitchen, early morning. Arthur heads downstairs in his pyjamas whilst Sandra is sitting down with a cup of coffee, contemplating to herself and looking at the letter that The Doctor had given her a few days ago
                              Dean: Morning mum
                              She quickly hides the letter
                              Sandra: Oh, morning sweetheart. What are you doing up so early in the morning?
                              Dean: This may sound weird but I want to go back to school
                              Sandra: Sweetie, you don't have to go you know, it's completely fine. You can stay here and-
                              Dean: Mum, I want to go back to school
                              Sandra: But what about those bullies?
                              Dean thinks
                              Dean: I'll figure out something
                              Sandra: Oh but... I don't want you to get hurt by those bullies or have another one of those nightmares, you know what the doctor said about-
                              Dean: MUM! I'm fine, I... am... completely... fine... I am not ill. I just want to go to school
                              Sandra thinks and then sighs
                              Sandra: Okay, if you want to
                              Dean: Thank you
                              He kisses her on the cheek
                              Sandra: Go on and get dressed, do you want some breakfast?
                              Dean: Yes please
                              Sandra: Okay, I'll prepare it for you
                              Dean exits, Sandra looks back at the letter, Dean looks back at his mother
                              Dean: Mum, what's that?
                              She notices he hasn't left yet
                              Sandra: Oh, nothing dear. Just some bills I need to pay
                              Dean: Oh ok...
                              Sandra: Come on then! Change, time's getting on!
                              Dean exits. Sandra looks at the letter again and then folds it in two and places it in one of the cupboards. She then goes and prepares breakfast. Fadeout. Fade back in to the kitchen, Sandra has finished preparing Dean's breakfast, Dean comes downstairs in his school uniform
                              Sandra: Here you go sweetpea
                              She places a bowl of cereal on the kitchen cereal
                              Dean: Thank you
                              As he sits down he notices a piece of paper hanging out from one of the cupboards. He tries to look and see what it is, but can't read or see any of the contents of the letter. Sandra looks at the other cupboards and sees that they are running out of stuff
                              Sandra: Oh shoot, I think we're running out. Damn, I'll need to see how much money is left in the bank. Listen, I'm going to the bank, can you walk it to school?
                              Dean: Yeah I suppose so
                              Sandra: Or take your bike?
                              Dean: I could do
                              Sandra: Okay and I'll head to Tesco's afterwards and buy some stuff
                              She gets ready to go out. She grabs her scarf, her jacket, her wallet and her car keys
                              Sandra: Right, I'm off
                              She kisses Dean and proceeds offstage
                              Sandra: Be a good boy and have fun at school
                              Dean: I will, bye
                              Sandra: (Offstage) Bye
                              Door closes, he quickly stands up and goes by the door to see if his mother has driven off. He comes back to the kitchen and opens the cupboard. He sees a piece of paper and takes it out and reads it. Slowly, he starts to become upset with the contents of the letter and throws it on the kitchen table, a quiet high frequency sound can be heard, lights start to fade, only one beam of light is on Dean. The Shadow appears from behind Dean
                              The Shadow: Oh dear, what's this? Dean all upset
                              The Shadows slowly approached Dean
                              The Shadow: What's wrong hmm?
                              Dean ignores him
                              The Shadow: Oh, you're not speaking to me now? That's very rude, but, a person like you can't control his rudeness, can you?
                              Dean slowly clenches his fists. The Shadow notices the letter on the table and picks it up. Dean still ignores him
                              The Shadow: Oh, what's this?
                              He reads the letter
                              The Shadow: Transferral of patients to Nethercott Passage Asylum
                              The Shadow looks surprised and starts laughing
                              The Shadow: So, your mother is finally giving up on you is she? Well, I don't blame her, after all, who can take care of you? Your father was first, now it's your poor mother. At least she's taking a stand and doing something about it. Maybe it's for the best. After all, your... not... normal
                              Dean looks at The Shadow
                              Dean: You're not normal
                              Dean then stands up, gets his bag and exits, slamming the door. Leaving The Shadow alone, he grins
                              The Shadow: We'll see
                              Fadeout
                                      
                                          
                                   
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The Missing Case of Dean Norman
Mystery / ThrillerAm I Normal? Are You Normal? Are We Normal? Are THEY Normal? Norman Was Normal Dean Norman was a twelve-year-old boy who suffered with Fantasy Prone Personality (FPP) living in the small town of Nethercott Passage One day he goes missing and the cas...
 
                                               
                                                  