What I Say?

What I Say?




(A boy is sitting on a bench, waiting for the bus. He is reading a book. A girl comes to the bus

stop and sits next to him. She tries to start a conversation…)



Girl: Oh, hey!



Boy: Hey Jude!



Girl: Um… my name isn’t Jude. But you were close, it’s Jenny.



Twirls her hair. Boy facing the other way, reading.



Girl: So where you going?



Boy: Leaving! On that midnight train to Georgia!



Girl: Well, it’s not exactly midnight… and isn’t this a bus stop?



Boy does not respond, Girl fidgets, taps her feet (bored).



Finally starts up another conversation.



Girl: I’ve always wanted to leave, just drop everything and go. It’s pretty brave, going off with

nothing but a book and the clothes on your back. Where’re you leaving from? I know this place

pretty well; lived here all my life. Maybe I’ve heard of it!



Boy: We all live in a yellow submarine! A yellow submarine, a yellow submarine.



Girl: Alright, alright! I heard you the first time! I think you’re making fun of me. I don’t have to

talk to you, ya know. I was just being polite.



Pouts, crossing arms and turning the other way.



But then gets bored, starts drumming her fingers on the bench.



Boy: Oops, I did it again!



Girl: Paper cut? I hate those. Here, I might have a band aid somewhere in my purse.



Pulls out a band aid, but boy doesn’t take it (still turned).



Girl shakes it, but still nothing.



Then throws it at him and storms offstage.



Boy pulls out the headphones of his iPod, sees Girl storm away.



Sniffs his armpits, then looks to the audience.



Boy: What I say?