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The Crucible + Face Reveal

  Heyo! So in my English class today we were given an assignment to write a new scene for the classic play, The Crucible. It had to be about Elizabeth Proctor firing Abigail Williams after finding out about her husband's affair with her. I hope you guys like it!

  Also, it's written in the format of a play, so all action is in italics.

ELIZABETH: Laying in bed, voice low. Abigail, please come here dear.

 ABIGAIL: Walks over to the bed, a tad nervous. Aye ma’am? Does something ail you? Attempting to hide a small bit of excitement. Is your sickness worsening? I-I can get you something if you need- do you need something to drink?

 ELIZABETH: Shaking her head lightly and waving a hand weakly to dismiss her. No, no. I’m fine dear. In fact, I think I’m getting quite better.

 ABIGAIL: A bit disheartened Oh. Brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, and averts her eyes. That’s very good to hear, ma’am.

 ELIZABETH: Goes quiet for a moment, seeming deep in thought.

 ABIGAIL: Fidgets nervously before placing the back of her hand upon Elizabeth’s forehead, checking her temperature.

 ELIZABETH: Bats Abigail’s hand away lightly, almost with disgust. She speaks up in a harsh tone, but does not look at her.  I said that I’m fine, Abigail.

 ABIGAIL: A-aye ma’am! I-i-it’s just that you got all quiet and-

 ELIZABETH: Hush child! Takes in a deep breath. ...Just, please take a seat and listen to what I have to say.  Watches as Abigail pulls up a chair and sits down by her.

 I have been told something about you Abigail that I am awfully terrified to believe.

 ABIGAIL: Eyes widen, she already knows what Elizabeth is about to talk about. Her tone is light and hurried, obviously nervous. W-well if it’s so terrifying, then I must assume that it is not true!  

 ELIZABETH: In an authoritative tone, eyes fixated on Abigail.  John told me….Unless you are about to tell me that my own husband is a liar?

 ABIGAIL:  Leaning forward and stuttering. I-I-I..No! Uhm.. I have nothing but respect for your husband, Goody Proctor! I admire him very much and-

 ELIZABETH: With a sense of finality. As I have been informed.

 ABIGAIL: Pausing, seeming to realize that she’s been caught. Sweat rolls down her forehead, and she averts her gaze once more. By ‘admire’, I meant nothing sinful, ma’am! I simply meant that-

 ELIZABETH:  I know exactly what you meant, Abigail!

 ABIGAIL: Out of breath, still trying to save face. N-no, I-

 ELIZABETH: She has lost her calm air, and she snaps, yelling in a seething rage as she sits up in the bed. He told me of how you ‘admire’ him so! He told me all about your wicked corruption!  He has confessed, Abigail! Stop trying to hide behind your translucent lies!

 ABIGAIL: All goes silent, and Abigail sinks back into her chair, submitting to the will of the lady of the house. When she finally does speak, it’s barely above a faint whisper. ...My..My lady, I-

 ELIZABETH: She points to the door, cutting Abigail off. Her tone is sharp and dark, but she has already calmed down from her frenzy before. I don’t want to hear anything from the likes of you. You must take your leave now, Abigail, and you are never to return to this house, or speak to me or my family ever again.

 ABIGAIL: Obviously ashamed, she rises to her feet, but her voice holds a tone of venom. ..I will pack my things, Elizabeth.

 ELIZABETH: Walks over to a side table and grabs a bag that is already packed with several things. She takes the bag to the door and tosses it outside before pointing to the door once more. They’re already packed, Abigail.

Also, here's the face reveal, as promised

  It was just going to be one picture, but as I was searching for a decent picture I found a couple okay ones