Act One
Scene 1

Scene Description: There is a small kitchen placed at center stage; three chairs set around it. There is a carton of orange juice and two half-filled glasses on each side. There's a full glass in the middle. MR. SMITH and MRS. SMITH are sitting at opposite sides of the table. Mrs. Smith is humming sweetly while knitting while Mr. Smith is reading the newspaper and smokes a pipe.

(Curtains open. TRISHA SMITH walks in from stage left. She is wearing a turtleneck and jeans. She sits in-between her parents.)

Mrs. Smith: Oh! Good morning, sweetie. How was your party last night?

Trisha: Oh... It was good I guess.

Mrs. Smith: Well, did you have fun?

Trisha: Not really. It was just a normal party... It was kinda boring, really.

Mrs. Smith: I hope that power outage didn't ruin any of their fun.

Trisha: Oh, it was fine. We barely even noticed it.

Mrs. Smith: I remember when I was your age. I used to go to parties all the time. I couldn't keep the boys off of me. Of course, I never let them lay a hand on me. God knows I had a reputation to hold!

(At that, Mr. Smith moves his paper to the side, revealing his face fully, and smirks at his wife. Quickly he shakes his head and goes back to his paper. During this, Trisha acts as if she's heard this all before and covers her head with her arms on the table)

Mrs. Smith: Anyway, I hope you got your homework done, missy! We can't have you failing any more classes.

Trisha: Don't worry, Mother. I did it before I went to the party last night. It was easy.

Mrs. Smith: That's so wonderful, dear! You make me so proud. But please, no more parties on a school night. Too much stimulation before bed will rot your brain, honey.

(Mrs. Smith reaches over and pats Trisha on the head. Mr. Smith flips to the next page of his newspaper, pretending not to pay attention. Mrs. Smith continues with her knitting)

Trisha: Well, I better get going.

Mrs. Smith: Alright, dear, Good-bye!

(Trisha walks off stage right)

Black out

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