Chapter 1: Henrietta's Room

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[Henrietta's room, night. She's holding a dramatic Edgar Allan Poe reading there with her fellow Goths. On a small table nearby sits three candles, two books, a statue, and a black and white picture of a freak show with a sign on it: HUMAN FREAK EXHIBIT]


Henrietta:


So I cast my body into the trails of blood.


The knife pierces deep, deep into my lonely eyes.


So I can see this black world... no more.



Pete: Whoa... That's pretty hardcore. [taps some ashes off his cigarette into his ashtray, then flips his hair]



Michael: That's real pain right there. [taps some ashes off his cigarette into his ashtray]



Henrietta: That's how I feel, when my mother abuses me. I just wanna escape, to she can't hurt me anymore.



[Mrs. Biggle knocks three times on Henrietta's door, then opens it]


Mrs. Biggle: [sing song] Henrietta, sweetie.



Henrietta: [glares at her] Shut up, Mom! Go away!



Mrs. Biggle: Oh, but remember, Daddy wanted to talk to you in the living room, my dark little princess.



Henrietta: Stop calling me a princess! I'm not a beauty queen in a Disney movie!



Mrs. Biggle: We'll be waiting in the living room.



Henrietta: [rolls her eyes] God, she just never stops!

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