Where is your heart?

A Guy and Girl stand together on a walk way leading to a restaurant. The Girl's arms are crossed and she doesn't look pleased but the Guy doesn't seem to be affected at all and looks like he's having a fine time.

Girl: You just really don't get it do you?

Guy: I guess not. What do you want me to get?

Girl: You don't know how to be serious do you?

Guy: Nah, who wants that?

Girl: You know what...just...I...Josh, where is your heart?

Guy: Well i think it is somewhere behind my ribs but...

Girl: You know what? Just nevermind.

Girl walks off to her car angry, upset and almost in tears. After a moment Guy looks like he has found his seriousness and looks regretfully after her. But she doesn't see.

I wish...

A full lunch room. A group of six students (SARAH, MOLLY, JOE, CHRIS, JULIE, TOM) fills a side table. They begin talking and eating.

JOE: I wish people would quit cutting in the lines.

MOLLY: Oh, I know! It is ridiculous.

SARAH: Julie! What is that you are eating?

JULIE: Turkey.

SARAH: I wish I had gotten that instead of grilled cheese...

JULIE: No. You don't. I wish we had better lunches here.

TOM: Nah, its alright, I just wish they gave you more, I mean, like, we don't all need to be on a diet.

MOLLY: Haha...yeah, but they need to give such small portions because of how much fat and calories are in them.

JULIE: Oh my word. Look. Teachers really need to think about the fact that they are teachers.

MOLLY: I know. I wish some of them would get over the fact that they aren't eighteen and dress their age.

Chris: I don't mind.

SARAH: Ew.

The bell rings and they start to get up, and clean up their things.

Joe: Already?

Chris: I really wish lunch was longer.

I miss you.

Mother holds Daughter's hand as she walks her down a walk way to a car away from a house were an older lady is waving. Daughter happily swings her and her mother's arm.

DAUGHTER: You came back a day early mommy!

MOTHER: I did. I missed you.

DAUGHTER: Why?

Mother is a bit taken aback and confused.

MOTHER: Well because you make me happy, honey.

DAUGHTER: Missing isn't happy, mommy.

MOTHER: Well...I guess...I miss you because you make me so happy that I can't be all the way happy without you.

Daughter smiles and Mother helps her into the car.

DAUGHTER: When you're gone I miss you too.

Mother touches Daughter's cheek and then climbs into the drivers seat.

Just don't tell please.

A girl and boy both stand outside a large building. It is cold. They are in coats and their faces are a little red. They stand a safe distance apart and do not look at each other. Both look like they are waiting for something or some one to arrive. Finally the girl turns toward the boy as though she can't take it anymore.

Girl: You know, maybe you should have just talked to me.

Boy: There is nothing to talk about.

Girl: Well it doesn't seem that way. You just had nothing to talk about with me, you had a lot to say to other people, even though it had to do with me.

Boy: It wasn't like that.

Girl: No?

Boy: No.

The boy looks as though he is finished with the conversation. The girl is hurt and trying not to cry, but her words come out a little aggressive in her attempt to not break down.

Girl: Well maybe if you had talked to me about it before, you wouldn't bee thinking what you are now, and we wouldn't be acting like this. Or we could at least be clear with each other.

Boy: You have no idea what I'm thinking. You can't assume you know what I think and why I do the things I do.

Girl: Well maybe you should think about what you just said and take it to heart instead of thinking you know why I act and think the way I do. Maybe before you decide to make decisions about my thoughts and feelings. That is why I wanted to talk. So you could actually know and so could I.

Boy doesn't acknowledge her. Girl walks off into the wind pulling her hood up over her head.

Cover your ears.

Two boys, Joey about 10 and Ralph about 5 lie in a bunk bed. Joey on top and Ralph on bottom. The room is dark except for a tall dim lamp that reaches up to where Joey is lying quietly. Both boys are awake but still. The door leading out of their room is closed but a crack of light is visible bellow. There is arguing outside the door and occasionally a shadow marches past the door. As the arguing escalates into yelling Ralph begins to cry quietly. Neither boy moves.

Ralph: Joey?
Joey: Yeah?
Ralph: When are they going to stop?
Joey: I don't know...[pause] Try and sleep.

Ralph tries to stop crying but he continues quietly. Joey speaks in an attempted reassuring voice.

Joey: Just cover your ears Ralphie.

Still crying a little Ralph takes his pillow and puts it over his head. Joey leans over and pulls the switch on the light. The room goes black except for the crack of light under the door. The arguing continues, eventually a door slams and it is silent.

Angela came early so she could see you and me before she left.

Samantha about 18 is bending over the kitchen table writing on a piece of paper. The kitchen is dimly lit. It is early morning. She finishes and straightens slowly, and then picks up her coat which had been laying on the table and proceeds to carefully and quietly put it on. She picks up a pair of shoes that were on a chair and places them on the floor beginning to put them on her feet, then thinks better of it stops and undoes any progress she has made with the shoes. She quietly walks down the hall and softly opens up a door into the bedroom of Jeanie about 11 and Sarah about 8. She walks to Jeanie's bed and carefully leans over her and kisses her on the top of the head. She Then moves to Sarah's bed and touches her arm looking at her, kisses her head and walks back to the door. She looks back in on them and whispers "I love you" and then softly closes the door. She walks down the hall back into the kitchen and puts on her shoes. She walks to the door that leads out of the house, takes a deep breath and walks out closing the door behind her. It is silent.
A soft rustling is heard and then Sarah peeks out of her bedroom door.

Sarah: Sammy?

Being around you makes my period come.

A girl Holly between 11 and 12 walks quietly down a hall in her pajamas carrying her clothes in her hands. a board creeks and she tops short and looks to the door she has just passed. Jess about 17's voice is heard from behind the door.

Jess: Oh no you don't!

Jess' door flies open and Holly sprints down the hall with Jess on her heals. Holly flings the bathroom door open and slams it shut just as Jess grabs the door nob. Holly locks the door and Jess pounds on it.

Jess: Holly come out here! I need to first!
Holly: I got here first!
Jess: I'm older! Come on Holly. You're hair takes you like two minutes, and it looks the same weather you shower first or last, so why can't you just let me go!
Holly: Leave me alone I got here first I'm going first.
Jess: You are such a pain.
Holly: Whatever.

Jess stands there for a minute and then walks back in to her room closing the door. In a minute Holly is heard from the bathroom.

Holly: Mom! [Pause] MOM!
Jess: [Yelling from in her room] She already left for work, this is her early day stupid!

There is a silence.

Holly: [From the bathroom] Jess!
Jess: [Opening her door and leaning out irritated] What?
Holly: Jess, would you please just come here?

Jess sighs and walks to the bathroom door.

Jess: What?
Holly: Come here.

Jess tries the door and it is still locked.

Jess: The door, Holly.

The sound of the door being unlocked is heard. Jess enters. Holly sits on a stool.

Jess: What?
Holly: I...I think I...

A look of understanding and sympathy crosses Jess' face.

Jess: Oh, Holls, did you...?

Holly nods a little. They both just look at each other. Then Jess sits on her knees on the floor.

Jess: Well...do you know what you're doing? [Holly looks uncertain and shrugs] Well here, I'll help you out. [Jess opens a cupboard looking for something] Well first of all make sure you always have supplies with you at school. It is no fun to be caught unprepared...

Jess smiles encoragingly at Holly.