1FADE IN:INT. - CLOSE UP OF PAPER, UNDER THE COVERS - LIGHT OF AFLASHLIGHTPaper: folds, leafs, sheets, balls, crumpled and uncrumpled. Thefibres of it. The lush qualities of its simplicity. A pen strokesacross the page, ink sucked into the pores.THEO, a 12 year old boy, brown hair, sharp eyes, draws under ablanket, his concentration complete. He grows increasinglyfrustrated, then grabs the page before him, tears it from thepad, crushes it up and adds it to the growing pile next to him.One short breath out in frustration and he begins to draw again.INT. - ORPHANAGE DORMITORY - NIGHT - MINUTES LATERTheo hears the SOUND of CREAKING DOOR and turns off hisflashlight. He holds his breath and freezes like a statue. TheSOUND OF SHOES approaches too quickly and the covers whip fromthe bed.The orphanage lady MISS FULABREE, furious and haggard, pulls himfrom his bed and grabs the pad of paper from him.MISS FULABREEGive me that this minute!She rips the paper and pen from him.MISS FULABREE (CONT'D)Stealing again are you?She looks at the picture of a young woman in her hands.MISS FULABREE (CONT'D)Your mother? Doesn’t look a thing likeher. Go to sleep, all of you. Thanks toyoung Theodore, there will be an extrahour of chores tomorrow. Everything willbe extra clean for visitors.THEOYou don’t know what she looked like.MISS FULABREENo one knows what she looked like. Anddo you know why? Because she didn’teven wait around before dumping you onour doorstep.