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CUT FROM BLACK INT SCHOOL - TECH ROOM - DAY

Hands meticulously rub down the side of a piece of wood, stopping every so often to inspect the previous sanding. Small shavings of wood fly off onto a workbench as the wood is blown harshly, and the wood is flipped onto a different side, as the sanding continues. CHARLIE, 18, wearing a t-shirt and jeans, with a hoodie dumped next to him, is working on two pieces of wood. He looks to his right and left, and looks down. He is standing in the school technology block; shavings of wood, and workbenches with staples banged crudely into the side litter the area in a uniform manner. The tube lighting in the room beams down, giving out the kind of lighting only seen in educational establishments and tube trains; cheap nicotine strips struggle to light the room, but glow pointlessly. He looks down to his work, and looks immediately left and right. He sighs in frustration, and places his work down onto the table with a frustrated clunk of wood on wood. He leaves the table, and walks out towards the storage cupboard. INT TECH ROOM - STORAGE CUPBOARD - DAY

Charlie steps into the storage cupboard. Busy hands begin foraging through shelves of abandoned projects, and half cut planks of wood. Footsteps are heard in the distance. INT SCHOOL - TECH ROOM ENTRANCE - DAY

Slow, cautious footsteps are seen moving into the main foyer of the tech room. They are slow, with a distinct swagger. The shoes are scuffed and dirty; they have not been cared for properly, and are laced with bright red strips of fabric. They have the style of work boots, but INT TECH ROOM - STORAGE CUPBOARD - DAY

Charlie pushes his hands through mounds of disused wood and large chunks of half filed, jagged acrylic. He hears footsteps behind him, and halts what he is doing for a second. He rolls his eyes into the back of his head, and continues rummaging through the cupboard. INT TECH ROOM - WORK STATION

A silhouette of a boy picks up Charlie's work, and inspects it, spinning it, and throwing it violently up in the air. He run his fingers over the wood, and gasps suddenly, jolting backwards and clutching his finger in pain. He slams the wood back down onto the table, with a loud dull clattering. He stands back slightly, and looks down at it, and then around the room, glancing every so often back down at his hands.
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TECH ROOM - STORAGE CUPBOARD

Charlie grabs at an object on the top shelf of the cupboard, and then leaves the cupboard. He turns the key in the lock, and pulls it out, turning on his heels and walking the other way. INT TECH ROOM - WORKSTATION ENTRANCE

Charlie walks back into the room, and looks at his workstation in the opposite corner of the room. His work is missing from the bench, and he looks around the room, trying to find where it could have gone. He catches a glance of a figure near a power drill, standing with his work dangling in a few fingers of his hand. The figure lumps the wood onto the drilling surface, and presses a button on the side of the drill. The drill whirrs into life with a piercing shriek. The boy next to the drill places his hand menacingly onto the drills lever, and begins lowering the drill bit with an intimidatingly slow movement. The drill bit begins to pierce the wood, and sends a spiral of shavings in all directions. Charlie looks at the drill with an emotionless face, as the boy next to the drill continues to push down, boring a larger and deeper hole as the drill bit goes down. The boy pulls the lever back up, and pushes the off switch on the drill. He pulls Charlie's work out, and tosses it carelessly onto the adjacent workbench. The boy looks Charlie in the eyes, and begins to make his way towards the exit of the room. He says something as he walks out of the room; not quietly, but loud enough to be audible from Charlie's distance. RYAN "Pussy..." As he walks past, Charlie stands still, just looking at his work from the far side of the room, before walking quickly over to expect the damage. He grabs a piece of sand-paper, and quickly begins sanding down the edges of the wood. He blows the shavings off, and then puts it under the workbench, in a small cupboard. He slings on his dark hoodie, grabs his bag, and moves towards the exit of the building. EXT TECH BUILDING - BUILDING ENTRANCE

Charlie pushes the door in front of him, placing his hand on the glass and pushing with his entire body weight. He hears shouting from across the courtyard, and looks over towards that area. He sees one of his classmates being harassed by the same child that destroyed his work. He looks forward towards the children.

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SCHOOL BUILDING - PIAZZA

CHARLIE'S POV RYAN and his friends have found Charlie's colleagues bag. As he watches horrified, they are opening his bag, and breaking his equipment in front of him. They crush pens on the floor underfoot, and laugh as Charlie's colleague looks on in horror, looking down in between his feet in amidst pleas to stop. EXT SCHOOL BUILDING - PIAZZA

Charlie looks down into his bag after seeing what has happened to his friend. He rummaging through, but sighs in disapproval. He walks back into the tech room. INT TECH ROOM - STORAGE CUPBOARD

Charlie picks a key up off the side of the desk, and pushes it into the door. He turns it, and stands in front of the storage cupboard door, looking inside. EXT SCHOOL BUILDING - PIAZZA\

Charlie walks calmly towards the bench, still seeing his friend being harassed by Ryan and his gang of assemblage of goons. He sits himself down next to his friend. His friend just looks at him, as if to say "Are you mental?". Ryan stands in front of him, and looks him dead in the eyes. Ryan looks back at his friends, with a smile on his face. He turns to Charlie. RYAN What do you think you're doing? This is my bench, I just tried to explain that to your RETARD mate here. He says the words with such contempt, that he nearly spits all over the two boys. RYAN Oi, dickhead, you gonna say anything? Or just sit there live a vegetable? Ryan looks back at his friends, expecting them to laugh. They don't, so he just looks at the two boys. RYAN Mate, if you don't move, you're gonna get knocked spark out. Charlie looks at his friend besides him, and puts his hands behind his back. Ryan just looks at him, slightly bewildered by this move. Charlie looks at his friend beside him, and nudges him, signalling that he has the situation under a degree of control. His friend picks up the remainder of his bag, and leaves hurriedly.

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CHARLIE Look, you wanna punch me, I'm cool with that, but know that if you do, I'm not going to punch you back, yeah? Ryan and his friends look even more astounded by this now. Ryan cocks his fist back, and sends forward a clumsy right hook aimed towards charlie. Charlie dodges, and as he does, stands up to the side of the bench. CHARLIE Fine, you can have your bench back. Wasn't yours in the first place, but whatever. Ryan sits down where Charlie was before, and looks at his friends for approval. He grins, believing that he has won over the two boys. He laughs : RYAN See, I told you guys, I told you I could get these pussies to move! Pfft. Charlie smiles at this statement. CHARLIE Doesn't the seat feel a little wet though? Like, at the back? Ryan's face drops from around the back of the jumper, but it doesn't his pocket, and throws glue into Ryan's lap. a smile into confusion as he feels bench. He tugs at the back of his move. Charlie pushes his hand into a small tube of industrial strength

CHARLIE Looks like it is a little wet after all... Ryan's friends immediately pull out camera phones, laughing at their glued comrade, taking pictures as they go. Ryan protests loudly, but to no avail. Charlie picks up his bag from the floor next to the bench, and laughs quietly to himself as he walks away from the bench.

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