Nirvana_Ophelia
Nobody can ever fathom their plans....
Lucy: Quick everyone, there's the bus!
The girls run to the bus to make it. Well inside the bus they sit down and and play with flowers they put in eachothers hair. They resemble Deaths pale daughters allready...
Lucy: Have you read about Ophelias suicide? Hamlet? With flowers in her hair? It's so beautiful....
Anne: Shall we do that?
Lucy: yes, with flowers in our hair. But we'll do it with razors, and not by drowning.
The bus stops. The girls get off. The stores are open and smell of incense and teenage perfume and a shop that reeks of incense, the girls walk into. Inside dresses are on clotheshangers. Red, purple, yellow, white...An ouijaboard stands by the corner. The girls choose each opiumscenting dress and change behind lightblue draperies.
Buys the dresses and the Ouijaboard.
The girls: Goes home to Lucy.
Lucy: Do you wanna try?
The others: Nods.
Lucy:...ok, Anne, put out the candle and light a heat candle. Take the planchette and then focus.'
All the girls: Who are we talking to?
Lucy: Who are we talking to?
Spirit: ANDY
Anne: Ok, Andy, how did you die?
Spirit: Suicide.
Anne: Suicide, how? In what way? How did you do it?
Andy: drowned myself.
Lucy: We will also commit suicide. It's our vow.
Spirit: I KNOW.
Lucy: When did you die?
Spirit: 1950. I just know...we'll meet.
Lucy: Smiles. Of course.
Anne: That was scary.
Lucy: puts out the candles. Yes. We'll meet....
Lucy: Come, let's go to the nearest graveyard and see if he really did exist.
The graveyard: Dark, ghostlike, dull.
Lucy; If anyone sees a grave with the firstname Andy who passed away 1950, holler allright?
Lindsay: Looks, stumbles, ow! Here he is!
The others: Runs to her and looks.
Lucy: Oh shit it was real!
The girls: Looks at his grave. Lucy tosses a brought poem by Sylvia Plath on the grave.
Lucy: We really did have contact with him.