Video Assignment Chaos - Part 1
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Brittany Taylor and her friend Andrea Hecuba arrived at one of Lawndale’s many small cinemas. “Ah, we’re just in time, Brit,” Andrea said.
“Good,” Brittany said. They were seeing a Russian art film from the 1930’s.
“Brit!”
Brittany turned. She saw someone she didn’t expect to see. Nor did she want to see him. It was Kevin Thompson. She had had a crush on him in Middle School. (And indeed, still did have a crush on him, but she didn’t want it!) He was there with Quinn Morgendorffer, his girlfriend.
“You’re doing it again,” Andrea said, with a concerned tone.
Brittany took her hand out of her short hair where she had been twirling a lock. “Oops!” she said as she smoothed her hair down. ‘I may need a cut,’ she thought, although that probably wouldn’t deal with the underlying issue; that it was the result of being nervous. “Let’s go in,” she said to Andrea, once she had calmed herself.
“Are you sure?” Andrea asked.
“Yes,” Brittany answered.
Kevin didn’t see Brittany. He had his eyes on Quinn and on the food he was carrying. “We’re here, Babe!” he said.
“Kevin, how many times have I asked you not to call me that?” Quinn asked, with annoyance. “And why did you bring the food, anyway?”
“Quinn! It’s the food in film festival,” Kevin explained.
Quinn sighed, Kevin always took things literally. “I don’t think it’s meant to be interactive,” she said.
“Right,” Kevin said, not believing her. “Which film was it again?” he asked as he looked at the board, announcing the films.
“Andre Sakarynsky’s Last Meal, a Russian art film from the ‘30’s,” Quinn said.
“Russian?”
“Yes.”
“Subtitles?”
“So?” Quinn asked, wondering what Kevin was getting at.
“No!” Kevin pushed the food into Quinn’s arms and ran off!
“Kevin! Wait!” Quinn called out. But Kevin was quick on his feet and was soon out of sight. He was certainly in trouble. Quinn turned around and went into the theatre to watch the film alone. She sighed. She would have to talk to Kevin in the morning.
As Quinn walked out of the cinema, her stomach rumbled. ‘Why I throw Kevin’s food out,’ she grouched mentally. The film was as she expected it to be, but her psyche was filled with annoyance at Kevin regarding his desertion of her earlier. The sky rumbled with thunder, and rain fell, reflecting her mood. She heard one of her teachers at Lawndale High, Mr. Timothy O’Neill, ask Andrea and Brittany if they wanted a lift home due to the rain. ‘That would be a good idea,’ she thought.
“Mr. O’Neill!” she called out.
“Doesn’t anyone want to sit in the front?” Mr. O’Neill asked the three girls as he pulled out into the traffic.
“No,” Quinn said grouchily as she wrung the water out of her soaked ponytail.
“I’d like to avoid an airbag injury,” Andrea said with slight sarcasm, and an exchanged glance with Brittany.
“Oh, my gosh, I’m so sorry, what was I thinking? Of course, you must sit in the back,” Mr. O’Neill said as he drove off.
“Here it is, Glen Oaks Lane,” O’Neill said as he turned a corner.
“Eleven eleven,” Quinn added.
“Of course,” O’Neill added. “Anyway, sometimes I think film is even more of a mirror of the times than the novel. Do you think this is because of its greater verisimilitude, Brittany?”
“Um, couldn’t hear you over the road noise, I don’t know what that word means,” Brittany answered, her hand going into her hair again.
“What about you, Quinn?”
“Mr. O’Neill, Most people would rather watch a movie, rather than a book. It’s like, both faster and easier,” Quinn answered.
Something about Quinn’s reply inspired Mr. O’Neill. “That’s a fabulous class assignment, for both your grades, Quinn, Brittany, Andrea!”
“Should have kept quiet,” Andrea said quietly with a bit of humour. Quinn shrugged. At least it should keep her mind of things.
“Maybe,” Quinn said, as she saw her house in the distance.
After O’Neill had dropped Quinn off, he headed towards Andrea’s.
“Mr. O’Neill, you can drop me off at Andrea’s,” Brittany said.
“Are you sure?” O’Neill asked.
“Yes,” Andrea said.
“Sure,” Brittany said.
Meanwhile, Quinn’s mother, Helen, met her as she came inside. “Hi, honey, how was the film?” she asked. She noticed her daughter’s expression. “What’s wrong?”
“The film was as I expected it to be,” Quinn answered. However she knew that her mother wasn’t to be put off. ‘She had to know sooner or later,’ she thought. “Kevin ran off when I told him the film would have subtitles.”
“Oh my!” Helen said. “Maybe you should have told him upfront.”
“I didn’t think it would be a problem,” Quinn said, as she went to the stairs.
“You will have to talk to him before school, maybe there was a misunderstanding,” Helen suggested.
“Maybe,” Quinn said.
“There’s something else, isn’t there?” Helen asked as Quinn climbed the stairs.
‘She’s on her usual roll,’ Quinn thought. “I ran into Mr. O’Neill, accidently gave him an idea for one of his crazy class projects.”
“Sounds like he already had the idea,” Helen said after her, as she followed her daughter up the stairs. “What sort of idea is it?”
“Produce some kind of short film,” Quinn answered. “Kind of like what Darian is doing all the time,” she said with slight disparagement.
“Quinn!”
“Darian’s movies are weird,” she said.
“I’ll give you that,” Helen said, “but you need to be supportive of your brother.”
“I know,” Quinn said, as she went to her room.
Helen sighed.
Elsewhere, in Andrea’s gothic study of a room, Brittany was panicking. “What am I going to do?” she asked. “I’m not good at writing! Not least, scriptwriting!” she said.
“I know,” Andrea, said knowing that her friend had a c average in Language Arts. “But maybe I’ll be your partner.”
“That would be great!” Brittany enthused. “But I’m just as likely to get Darian Morgendorffer!”
“He’s not that weird,” Andrea said.
“Worst would be if I got paired with Kevin,” Brittany said nervously.
“Let’s hope that doesn’t happen.”
Brittany Taylor and her friend Andrea Hecuba arrived at one of Lawndale’s many small cinemas. “Ah, we’re just in time, Brit,” Andrea said.
“Good,” Brittany said. They were seeing a Russian art film from the 1930’s.
“Brit!”
Brittany turned. She saw someone she didn’t expect to see. Nor did she want to see him. It was Kevin Thompson. She had had a crush on him in Middle School. (And indeed, still did have a crush on him, but she didn’t want it!) He was there with Quinn Morgendorffer, his girlfriend.
“You’re doing it again,” Andrea said, with a concerned tone.
Brittany took her hand out of her short hair where she had been twirling a lock. “Oops!” she said as she smoothed her hair down. ‘I may need a cut,’ she thought, although that probably wouldn’t deal with the underlying issue; that it was the result of being nervous. “Let’s go in,” she said to Andrea, once she had calmed herself.
“Are you sure?” Andrea asked.
“Yes,” Brittany answered.
Kevin didn’t see Brittany. He had his eyes on Quinn and on the food he was carrying. “We’re here, Babe!” he said.
“Kevin, how many times have I asked you not to call me that?” Quinn asked, with annoyance. “And why did you bring the food, anyway?”
“Quinn! It’s the food in film festival,” Kevin explained.
Quinn sighed, Kevin always took things literally. “I don’t think it’s meant to be interactive,” she said.
“Right,” Kevin said, not believing her. “Which film was it again?” he asked as he looked at the board, announcing the films.
“Andre Sakarynsky’s Last Meal, a Russian art film from the ‘30’s,” Quinn said.
“Russian?”
“Yes.”
“Subtitles?”
“So?” Quinn asked, wondering what Kevin was getting at.
“No!” Kevin pushed the food into Quinn’s arms and ran off!
“Kevin! Wait!” Quinn called out. But Kevin was quick on his feet and was soon out of sight. He was certainly in trouble. Quinn turned around and went into the theatre to watch the film alone. She sighed. She would have to talk to Kevin in the morning.
As Quinn walked out of the cinema, her stomach rumbled. ‘Why I throw Kevin’s food out,’ she grouched mentally. The film was as she expected it to be, but her psyche was filled with annoyance at Kevin regarding his desertion of her earlier. The sky rumbled with thunder, and rain fell, reflecting her mood. She heard one of her teachers at Lawndale High, Mr. Timothy O’Neill, ask Andrea and Brittany if they wanted a lift home due to the rain. ‘That would be a good idea,’ she thought.
“Mr. O’Neill!” she called out.
“Doesn’t anyone want to sit in the front?” Mr. O’Neill asked the three girls as he pulled out into the traffic.
“No,” Quinn said grouchily as she wrung the water out of her soaked ponytail.
“I’d like to avoid an airbag injury,” Andrea said with slight sarcasm, and an exchanged glance with Brittany.
“Oh, my gosh, I’m so sorry, what was I thinking? Of course, you must sit in the back,” Mr. O’Neill said as he drove off.
“Here it is, Glen Oaks Lane,” O’Neill said as he turned a corner.
“Eleven eleven,” Quinn added.
“Of course,” O’Neill added. “Anyway, sometimes I think film is even more of a mirror of the times than the novel. Do you think this is because of its greater verisimilitude, Brittany?”
“Um, couldn’t hear you over the road noise, I don’t know what that word means,” Brittany answered, her hand going into her hair again.
“What about you, Quinn?”
“Mr. O’Neill, Most people would rather watch a movie, rather than a book. It’s like, both faster and easier,” Quinn answered.
Something about Quinn’s reply inspired Mr. O’Neill. “That’s a fabulous class assignment, for both your grades, Quinn, Brittany, Andrea!”
“Should have kept quiet,” Andrea said quietly with a bit of humour. Quinn shrugged. At least it should keep her mind of things.
“Maybe,” Quinn said, as she saw her house in the distance.
After O’Neill had dropped Quinn off, he headed towards Andrea’s.
“Mr. O’Neill, you can drop me off at Andrea’s,” Brittany said.
“Are you sure?” O’Neill asked.
“Yes,” Andrea said.
“Sure,” Brittany said.
Meanwhile, Quinn’s mother, Helen, met her as she came inside. “Hi, honey, how was the film?” she asked. She noticed her daughter’s expression. “What’s wrong?”
“The film was as I expected it to be,” Quinn answered. However she knew that her mother wasn’t to be put off. ‘She had to know sooner or later,’ she thought. “Kevin ran off when I told him the film would have subtitles.”
“Oh my!” Helen said. “Maybe you should have told him upfront.”
“I didn’t think it would be a problem,” Quinn said, as she went to the stairs.
“You will have to talk to him before school, maybe there was a misunderstanding,” Helen suggested.
“Maybe,” Quinn said.
“There’s something else, isn’t there?” Helen asked as Quinn climbed the stairs.
‘She’s on her usual roll,’ Quinn thought. “I ran into Mr. O’Neill, accidently gave him an idea for one of his crazy class projects.”
“Sounds like he already had the idea,” Helen said after her, as she followed her daughter up the stairs. “What sort of idea is it?”
“Produce some kind of short film,” Quinn answered. “Kind of like what Darian is doing all the time,” she said with slight disparagement.
“Quinn!”
“Darian’s movies are weird,” she said.
“I’ll give you that,” Helen said, “but you need to be supportive of your brother.”
“I know,” Quinn said, as she went to her room.
Helen sighed.
Elsewhere, in Andrea’s gothic study of a room, Brittany was panicking. “What am I going to do?” she asked. “I’m not good at writing! Not least, scriptwriting!” she said.
“I know,” Andrea, said knowing that her friend had a c average in Language Arts. “But maybe I’ll be your partner.”
“That would be great!” Brittany enthused. “But I’m just as likely to get Darian Morgendorffer!”
“He’s not that weird,” Andrea said.
“Worst would be if I got paired with Kevin,” Brittany said nervously.
“Let’s hope that doesn’t happen.”
