Sunday, October 19, 2014

Oct. 19th, 2014, Becca & Deb

Shortly after our last class, we received an email from our instructor with our homework assignment. That was about 10 days ago. The assignment was:
"Write a two to three page story that ends with the following sentence: Debra brushed the sand from her blouse, took a last, wistful look at Rebecca and stepped into the hot-air balloon."
Due date Oct. 20th.

I started writing and realized, by the time I got to the last line, that I have inadvertently used the right names for the wrong characters. Instead of editing the full story, I switched the named around in the final sentence. (Also changed the tense to fit with the formatting.)

Note: The formatting didn't transpose (copy/paste) very well, so please let me know if you're interested in reading the properly formatted script.


Hope you enjoy the read:




DARKNESS

 
                             DEBRA
               Becca, you ok?

EXT. SAND DUNES - MIDDAY

DEBRA, a young fit girl in her mid twenties hovers over the body of REBECCA, an equally fit girl, the same age, with an open head wound, bleeding. Rebecca blinks.

                              DEBRA
               Becca, oh Becca...

Debra, gently brushing Rebecca’s hair, speaks in a gently tone to her friend.

                              DEBRA (CONT’D)
               Hang on Bec, you’ll be alright.

Rebecca moans and turns her head.

In the distance, an over turned dune buggy and the bottom of a steep dune. Scars in the sand leading to a rocky outcrop, evidence of the mishap.

One large boulder is covered in blood. Some others have blood splatter.



                            REBECCA
               Deb...
                             
                            DEBRA
               Yes Becca, I’m here, I’m right here.

                            REBECCA
               What... what happened?

                            DEBRA
               The buggy flipped and fell on us, you got
               banged up pretty bad, but you’ll be ok.
               Just hang in.

Rebecca moans again and passes out.

Debra holds back a sob and brushes her friend's hair from her forehead.


                             DEBRA (CONT’D)
                    (to herself)
               Water...

Debra gently gets up. Her torn cloths show off scrapes and gashes on her arms and legs.

She makes her way back to the overturned buggy and hunts in the scattered debris until she finds a canteen.

As she turns to make her way back to her friend, the sun reflects off something shiny in the debris, and it catches Debra’s eye.

She lets out a happy laugh, when she identifies the item as Rebecca’s cell phone. She scoops it up and scampers back to her friend.


                              DEBRA (CONT’D)
               Becca, I found your phone. 
               It’s gonna be alright.

Rebecca is motionless.

Debra flips the phone, but there is no signal.


                              DEBRA (CONT’D)
               Hang on Bec.

Debra hold the phone up in the air and wanders around staring at the screen, looking, searching, hoping for a signal.


                              DEBRA (CONT’D)
                    (to the phone)
               Come on!!

Rebecca’s eyes open.
                              
                            REBECCA

               Deb?

Debra, hearing her friend’s voice, drops the phone and rushed back to Rebecca’s side.
                              
                            DEBRA

               Ya Bec, I’m here.

Debra kneels down beside her friend.
                              
                            REBECCA

               How far did we make it?                              
                            DEBRA

               About half way. Another 3 hours and               
               we would have made it to base camp.                              
                            REBECCA

               I bet it would have been beautiful.

                            DEBRA

               Ya Bec, it sure would have.

Rebecca passes out again, Debra fights back a tear.

After a moment, Debra retrieve the dropped phone and resumes searching for a signal.

Phone in hand, hand in air, walking slowly, searching.

A bar.

She finds a bar.

She moves ever so slowly, keeping an eye on the one bar.

She dials 9-1-1.

Ringing.
                              
                            DEBRA (CONT’D)

               Hello? Hello? We need help. There’s been
               an accident.

Crackling from the phone, then a voice.
                                                         VOICE

               State your emergency please.                                                          DEBRA

               Yes, hello. Our dune buggy flipped,
               my friend is hurt.

More crackling.

                              VOICE
                    (unintelligible)

                              DEBRA

               Hello... hello??

She moves the phone to view the screen, there are no bars. She puts the phone back to her ear,

                              DEBRA (CONT’D)

               Hello?

In anger and frustration, she slams the phone closed.

                              REBECCA

               Deb?

Debra shakes off her frustration before returning to her friend’s side.
                              DEBRA

               I’m here Bec.
                              REBECCA

               I want to see the dunes Deb.
                              DEBRA

               We’re here in the dunes, they’re all
               around us.
                              REBECCA

               From above, I want to see them from above.

Confused, Debra gently pats her friend’s shoulder, trying to reassure her.

                              DEBRA

               Ok, sure. We can see them from above, but first,
                  let’s get you looked at, Ok?

                              REBECCA

               We can see them from a hot-air balloon.
               It would be magnificent, wouldn’t it?

Debra nodes, chocking back her concern.

                              REBECCA (CONT’D)

               We can go now, can’t we go now?
                              DEBRA

               No, sweetie, not right now, but soon.

Rebecca’s eyes gaze past her friend
.
                              REBECCA

               Sure we can.

Debra turns to see what Rebecca is looking at, but sees nothing.

                              DEBRA

               Shhh, rest Bec, save your strength
                              REBECCA

               I think I have to go now.

Rebecca casually stands up and brushes past her friend.

                              REBECCA (CONT’D)

               It’s ok, Deb.

Rebecca walks towards a brightly colored hot-air balloon, shimmering just past the over turned buggy

Debra crieS out

                              DEBRA

               Don’t go, Bec. Hold on!

                              REBECCA

               It’ll be ok, Deb. I have to go.

An shimmering blond-haired boy dressed all in white stands beside the balloon, gently waving Rebecca forward.

Another blond child is in the balloon’s basket, also motioning for Rebecca to come forward.

Debra, still crouched over Rebecca’s body, lightly shakes her friend.
                              DEBRA

               Becca, Becca, don’t go. Hang on.
               Hang on Bec.

Rebecca turns for another look at her friend.


                              REBECCA

               Don’t worry, Deb, It’s going to be
               wonderful, I just know it.

She reached for the outstretched hand of the blond child and steps up onto a small foot stool.

                              DEBRA

                    (still holding her friend’s body)
               Rebecca!

Rebecca brushes the sand from her blouse, takes a last, wistful look at Debra and steps into the hot-air balloon.

FADE TO BLACK.



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