Script: Clap

Max: GET OUT OF ME STOP!! I HATE THIS PLEASE STOP. Please stop I beg
you, why.
1 day before
Jack: Such a dead day (yawns)
Conor: Wordddd, so boring, just want to go home and eattttt
James: Your so fat Connor.
Everyone laughs
Connor: Shut up
Oli: Who’s up for playing FIFA later
Max: For sureeee
Conor: Of course
Jack: Can’t boys
James: That is poorrr
Max: Right see you later boys, talk on PS4.
All of them: See you later.
Next day
Max: Shittt, I can’t be late again, what was in those pills,
no it can’t be, its not, shit its 9:20. WHY AM I ALWAYS LATE!!
Hand clap occurs
Max: wwwwaitttt, what is going on where am I, my mirror why
can I see myself what’s wrong.
Clap again
Max: What is wrong with me, I don’t like this. I need to go
At School
Miss Peters: Look who’s decided to stroll up, what time do you
call this.
Max: Hi miss sorry I’m late again but
Miss Peters: Don’t want to hear it
Max: But miss!
Miss Peters: I DO NOT CARE!!! TO LESSON NOW
Max: Fine
Claps
Max: Hi there, HELLOOOO, HHHEEEELLLOOOOO, What the hell is actually
going on right now.
Other room
James: He is so dead at FIFA like how is he that bad.
Jack: Word he’s been playing for how many years?
Oli: Literally at least 6.
Conor: He’s shit at everything I wonder why we bother with him
sometimes he’s a bit of a waste of space not going to lie.
James: Alright Conor, Jesus.
Jack: Is he wrong though
James: errr I mean I guess not.
Oli: He’s so annoying as well like can’t he just take the hint
sometimes and just go and leave.
Max: (invisible) im gunna kill you, all of you dickheads going
behind my back like this though you were my hates and I had your
backing but you go a talk shit about me behind my back some mates.
Clap
Jack: Oh alright max where did you pop over from we were wondering
were you were getting up to, how come you so late mate.
Max: Overslept
James: Again aha
Conor: Always you over sleeping aren’t you
Max: Yeh mate that’s me, just going to the loo boys.
Clap
Max: Snaky rats, talking behind my back, they’ll get what’s
coming.
Bell for end of the day
Jack, James, Conor and Oli walking home.
Max: FUCKKK YOUUU, lets goo
Clap
Big fight between boys and max, boys not realising its him
The boys run off scared
Clap
Max: Where are you going lads, getting a bit scared of ‘the waste of
space’ I’ve now ‘taken the hint.’
Boys turn around and start walking
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Oli: What the?
Jack: How are you?
James: Oi ben bruv relax it brooo we good
Conor: The kids turning invisible, that’s sick.
Max: So only now you start caring ay, not when you were chatting
shit about me in the study room, not then, a waste of space,
annoying huh what’s the point, FAKE MATES THE LOT OF YOU.
James: No man its not like that I swear we love you bro, why would
we say that.
Conor: Yeh you’re are brother, since day
Oli: Where did you get all of that from anyway
Max: The old invisible trick I somehow have and hate as it is making
me the most paranoid human on the planet, I hate it and it won’t go.
Jack: Twat(punches max)
Hours later
Max: ello, boys
James: Max you good mate, Jack just hit you round the face out of
nowhere, we took him home but are you ok lad.
Max: errr I mean I have felt better I won’t lie.
Oli: He’s up Conor he’s up
Conor: Love to see it how’s he feeling
Max: I’m alright boys.
Conor: Good Stuff!
Max: Just going for a piss lads.
Clap
Max: For goodness sake, why are you still hear I DON’T WANT TO TURN
INVISIBLE. GET OUT OF ME.
Clap
Max: Right boys I’m going to head home need a proper lie down.
All of them: See you later.
Clap
 Max: What is wrong with me.
Group of Girls: Have you heard of that Max Kent proper weirdo, yeh
apparently, he’s a massive loner, never could be me aha.
Max: STOP PUTTING THINGS IN MY HEAD
Old man: (looking it at him) PYCHOPATH get away from me
Max: WTF, none of these people are saying stuff get out of my head.
Claps, then unlocks door
Max: Hi mum
Mum: No one loves you
Clap
Max: GET OUT OF ME STOP!! I HATE THIS PLEASE STOP. Please stop I beg
you, why.