The spotlight turns off and the talking resumes.
The two girls [in whiney voices
Jane, Are you even listening to us?
[ shouting] No! No I don’t care about your stupid problems, what type of dress your wearing tothe dance or what new nasty gossip you’re spreading around the school!
The sound of a rewind button echoes around the room, placing us at the moment before Jane’soutburst, the scene that just unfolded was Jane’s fantasy. In the real world Jane has a forced smile onher face.
[with forced enthusiasm] Of course, you guys!
Content with her answer the two girls smile back at Jane. Jane has the look like she want to bolt out the school doors. Over head a bell rings out signifying the change of classes. The next period is the last of the day before spring break. The girls say their goodbyes as they part ways. Jane is heading downthe main hallway over to her AP English Class. On her way through the busy halls students shout out and call her same. Showers of “Have a nice break Jane’s,” and “See you soon!’s” She enters aclassroom from the left. She makes her way to the second to last seat in the second row. Directly in front of a boy with dark brown hair and light blue eyes. The spotlight reappears on Jane, the other students frozen in time. She moves into her seat.
looking earnestly out at the audience
] This is my favorite class of the day, AP English. I don’tknow why, I’m not particularly fond of the subject; grammar and I are not on great terms right now.[chuckles] The fellow students all act as if they are Gods gift to the world, and the teacher isn’t any better. [Rolls eyes dramatically] I mean he’s okay, but he tries to hard to be funny and I can’t tell whenhe’s being sarcastic or serious sometimes. I guess my favorite thing in this class is writing, in the worldactually. I love the way lying is required, how one idea can spiral into thousands of words that all leadup to an inevitable end. The way anything is possible on paper unlike in real life. No one knows that Ilove writing, my friends all think books are [air quotes] “gay” and only for old people to pass time.While I tell so many lies that sometimes even I cant tell where the truth begins and the lies end, I dohave one giant secret. I’m the ghostwriter of the Jump series. The books that even my word-hatingfriends can’t manage to put down. I never meant for it to get this big the stories were my own way of getting out my anger after my sister died in the summer of eighth grade. We were as close as two people could be; she was my twin, my best friend. Than on our way home from our cheerleadingcompetition a drunk driver slammed into our minivan. My sister Anna was killed on impact, I survived.I don’t think I should have, I was the narcissistic one, she was always happy to see everyone even our crazy family members who hated us. [on the verge of tears] I still can’t imagine that she’s gone everymorning I look at my room over to where her identical bed use to be and I realize that it is real. I guessthat’s when the lying started, at first it was only to pretend I was okay so I could avoid therapy. Over time, I guess I liked living in my fantasy world so much that I brought it into the real one. I startedlying on a daily basis and soon people started to catch on. So I got smarter I write down every lie I’veever told into the notebook [holds up a notebook] so I wont forget and expose myself. It’s an addiction,I know it but I can’t bring myself to do something about it. I would rather live like this than livewithout my security blanket of lies.
The spotlight fades and the scene comes alive again.