Int. Typical suburban home. A wintery mix is falling from the sky, even though it is well into April. KIANA eyes this development with trepidation as she stares out of the window, praying she will not have to wade through snow on her graduation day. Sighing, KIANA turns away from the window, giving MOM her full attention. MOM sits on a bar stool eating a cheese sandwich, the usual mix of dormant rage evident on her face.
Why is this sandwich so soggy? I swear I cooked it correctly.
(Throws hands into the air and wails in demonstration of teen angst.)
Mother, I am going nowhere in life.
(Looks up sharply, a look of confusion flashing across her face)
What do you mean?
I just mean that I feel like every day, I become a little less valuable to society.
(Takes a giant bite out of her sandwich. Chews slowly.)
(Aggressively) Is this my fault?
(Rolls eyes in frustration. Re-positions self so she is facing MOM.)
No, it’s not your fault.
(Suddenly overcome with a random bout of rage)
Well, then why are you telling me?
I’m just talking, I guess. All I’m saying is that I’m almost eighteen and I am virtually the same as when I was twelve. Where’s my adventure? Where’s my excitement? I want- NAY, I demand- a coming of age story!
(Looks completely baffled. Takes another slow bite of her sandwich as she processes her daughter’s words.)
When I turned eighteen, all I got was malaria.
(Sighs deeply and begins to stare out of the window once more.)
Snow continues to fall over the typical suburban home as night wraps itself around the town.
NOTE: I totally got the idea to “draw” a picture via Microsoft paint from my pal Poof (Who coincidentally has a blog that you should read ASAP!).