Scene 4

Scene Description: The Smith's kitchen.

(Lights on. Mr. and Mrs. Smith are both sitting in the same positions from earlier, doing the same exact things. Trisha saunters in from stage right and sits down in the empty chair)

Mrs. Smith: Oh hi honey. What are you doing home so early?

Trisha: School was canceled today. There was a flood.

Mrs. Smith: Oh really!? How did that happen?

Trisha: I think a water-main broke... I'm not sure.

Mrs. Smith: Well then, welcome home dear. Glad your safe.

(There is a short pause. A TELEPHONE RINGS and Mrs. Smith gets up to fetch it)

Mrs. Smith: I'll get that.

(Mrs. Smith walks off stage left. There is another pause. Mr. Smith flips through the paper. Trisha sits nervously with her hands clasped on the table. Mrs. Smith walks back in and sits down)

Mrs. Smith: That was your principal on the phone. He said you left class today. He told me that you made a scene in math class and ran out of the school. Honey, what's going on!?

Trisha: Well... you see...

(Mr. Smith still reads his newspaper, uninterested)

Mrs. Smith: Well?

(There's a pause, anxiousness builds up in Trisha. Then she explodes)

Trisha: Alright! I confess! I lied! I lied about everything. There was no flood. I did run out of the school. And you wanna know why!? It's because everyone was laughing at me in class today. They made fun of me because I made out with George Haroldson. That's right! George Haroldson! And look, look what he gave me.

(Trisha bends down her collar and reveals the hickie to her mother. Mrs. Smith gasps)

Trisha: Yeah, that's right!! He gave me a hickie. And you know the best part, I lied about my homework, too Yep, just didn't do it. Not one single problem! I was too busy partying all night to care! Now, does THAT answer your question?

(Trisha slumps back into her chair, relieved to tell the truth once more. Mrs. Smith, enraged, stands up and points to stage left)

Mrs. Smith: Trisha Marie Smith! You go to your room this instant!

(Without word, Trisha gets up and slowly walks off stage left. There is a short pause)

Mr. Smith: Ya know, honey, you shouldn't be so hard on her. You acted the same way when you were her age.

Mrs. Smith: I did not! That's a lie!

(Mr. Smith chuckles and continues reading his paper. Mrs. Smith stares at him in disbelief and storms off stage left)

Black out

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