Clockwise

By
John Grannan
INT. PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE - 9:04 AM
PRINCIPAL STEWART (30’s) sits behind a meticulously
organized desk. Her stern eyes darting back and forth.

Across from her sits SIMON MILLER (12), a scrawny, insecure

looking boy. He looks down at his lap in shame.
Behind him stand five massive students. Clearly the head
honchos of the school, or at least were.

BRIAN THOMPSON (13) holds several tissues underneath his

nose. Crimson red staining the white.
GAVIN (13) and GARRET (13) EVANS, twins, sit down next to
each other. The soft sound of Garret’s sobs prevent the
office from having an awkward silence.

At the end of the line stands PHILLIP FRY (13). Usually the
tallest one of the group, he now looks small. His shoulders
hunch forward and a large ice pack pressed firmly on his
groin.

Simon takes a deep breath and looks over at the clock on the
wall. It reads 9:04.

INT. SIMON’S BEDROOM - 7:30AM

BEEP BEEP BEEP! An alarm clock blares on Simon’s desk. His

head jolts off a pillow fashioned of literature and slaps
the clock.
He quickly closes several large books, revealing titles such
as: "QUANTUM PHYSICS: THE FABRIC OF TIME" and "TIME MACHINES
FOR DUMMIES".
Simon shoves the books into his backpack and swivels in his
chair to a tool bench next to his desk.

He takes a moment, looking down at his work bench. There

upon sits a pristine wristwatch. Simon slowly picks it up
and places it next to his ear.
TICK TICK TICK. He smiles and carefully places the watch in
a glass display case.

Simon grabs his backpack and display case and walks over to
the door. A calendar hangs next to the door with X’s
counting down the days.
He grabs a pen and crosses out the day marked "SCIENCE
FAIR".
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EXT. MIDDLE SCHOOL - 8:32 AM

Simon rushes up the front steps of his school. Several other
students filter in through the front doors.
Over to the side, a sign states: "2017 Science Fair: Last
submissions by 3:30"

INT. MIDDLE SCHOOL - 8:40 AM

Simon turns the corner into a hallway lined with lockers.
Holding his prize with both hands, he briskly makes his way
down the hall.

WHAM! A fist pops out from no where. Striking Simon square

in the eye.
CRASH! The glass display case smashes onto the tile floor,
quickly followed by Simon. Shattered pieces of glass strewn
everywhere.

Simon scrambles across the floor, sifting through the broken

glass for his watch. He quickly picks it up and turns it
around to see the face cracked. Terrified, he holds it to
his ear.

TICK. TICK. TICK. A sigh of relief, but the worst is most

definitely yet to come.
From the darkness a sinister laugh chills the air. Simon
looks up to the nook from which the fist had shot out from
and Brian Thompson slowly steps into the light. A smarmy
grin plastered on is face. Simon glares.
Brian hovers over Simon. He snickers with glee at his fallen
victim.

Simon looks down to his science project. The shattered glass

face blurring the intricacy of the gears.
He cranks the winding gear and the hands circle back to 8:40
AM. Simon closes his eyes and locks it in. The seconds hand
springs to life. TICK TICK TICK TICK...

INT. MIDDLE SCHOOL - 8:40 AM

Simon opens his eyes and finds himself standing right in
front of the corner he had just turned five minutes prior.

He looks down. In his hands, he holds the stop watch in the

glass display case. Simon sets the case on a window sill and
opens it up.

(CONTINUED)
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Simon grabs the watch and carefully wraps it around his

wrist. He takes a deep breath and turns the corner, walking
right toward Brian’s inevitable fist.
Simon reaches the nook and and with absolute confidence
backs his head away.
WHOOSH! Brian’s fist flies in front of Simon’s. His face
emerges from the corner and Simon quickly lets out a jab.
Bam! Simon hits Brian square in the jaw. A brief moment of
absolute disbelief crosses Brian’s face before he quickly
hits the floor.
Simon smiles, enjoying the moment, but two arms promptly
shove Simon into the lockers.

Simon slams into the metallic surface, hard, and slides to

the floor.
Gavin, Garret and Phillip surround Simon.
CUT TO BLACK:

TITLE CARD: 47 attempts later

INT. MIDDLE SCHOOL - 8:40 AM

Simon struts around the corner, rolling up his sleeves.

Prepared for battle.
He quickly leans his head back as Brian’s fist soars past
him. Simon thrusts his head forward and headbutts him.

Brain crashes to the floor and Simon looks to his side. He

glares and points at Tim. Simon walks off screen towards the
unsuspecting bullies.
Garret is thrust on screen and slams into the lockers. He
slides down onto the floor and as he does Gavin comes
crawling into frame.
Almost making it away, he is dragged away by Simon’s hand.
He straddles Gavin and gives him a one, two punch right
across the face.

Phillip runs up to help out Gavin, but with out even looking
Simon hits him in the groin. Phillip yelps in pain, falling
to his knees.
Garret simply runs in the other direction. Attempting to get
as far away from Simon as he possibly can.

(CONTINUED)
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Having taken the rest of the crew out, Simon walks over to
Brian and picks up from the floor. It’s time to finish this.
Simon grips Brian’s collars up against the lockers. The two
are eye to eye. Brian’s eyes look at Simon, terrified.

Simon grits his teeth and rears a fist back, but his elbow
is stopped by something soft. His eye widen and he slowly
turns around only to see Principal Stewart right behind him.

INT. PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE - 9:04 AM

Principal Stewart sits behind her desk. Her eyes, again,
darting back and fourth.
Rolls her eyes, she pushes forward a box of tissues to
Garret who gladly accepts and blows his nose.
Stewart returns her glaze to Simon. She closes her eyes in
disappointment, reaches into a drawer and pulls out a small
pink sheet.

Simon looks in horror as she scribbles a few notes and

slides it over to him.
AFTER SCHOOL DETENTION
Simon looks back in protest, but Stewart holds up a hand and
shows him the door.

INT. DETENTION ROOM - 3:25 PM

Simon frantically taps his pencil on a desk, watching the
seconds hand on the wall clock slowly makes it’s rounds.
He looks to the teacher at the front. The stern military
type, slowly pacing back and forth, surveying the class.
Simon looks to the door.

The clock. The Teacher. The door.

The teacher turns his back for a split second and Simon
makes his move.