Grandma is making dinner. She pulls out a tray of roast chicken and veg and separates them onto two dinner plates, before setting two places opposite each other on the dining table.
GRANDMA
Nancy! Dinner's ready!
Movement is heard upstairs: A door opens, shuts and footsteps make their way down the stairs and along the corridor.
Nancy enters and takes her place at the dining table without looking at Grandma. A.E takes the seat beside Nancy, with nothing in front of her.
Nancy frowns at her food that only makes up half the plate.
NANCY
Where's the rest of it?
GRANDMA
Well, if you're adamant you're not pregnant...
Nancy and A.E glare at Grandma with identical looks of disdain. Grandma doesn't notice. Nancy clenches her fist around her folk, stabs it mercilessly into a potato and starts to eat.
GRANDMA
Don't forget your broccoli.
NANCY
You know I don't like broccoli.
Grandma chews her lip uncertainly for a few moments.
GRANDMA
I'll have it, then.
Nancy and A.E blink in surprise, before Nancy slowly passes the broccoli over.
NANCY
What's for dessert?
GRANDMA
(scoffing)
You'll never lose weight if you have dessert. I don't want you addicted to sugar, Nancy. That sort of thing leads to stronger addictions like your druggy-mother.
Pause.
A.E
(stunned)
Wow, she actually said that.
Nancy pushes her plate away, expressionlessly and exits.
DISSOLVE TO:
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Alter Ego
General FictionMy first screenplay and my part of my A Level Film Studies coursework, for which I received an A: In a world where she feels utterly alone, high-school girl Nancy must realize everything will always seem against her if she can't learn to accept hers...
