CASSIE opens her hungover eyes, which are red and crusted with makeup and sleep. As we pan out, we realize CASSIE isn't in her fancy city apartment. She's in her childhood bedroom.
Suddenly, MOM - VERY peppy - bursts in.
MOM
Wakey, wakey, eggs and bac-y!
She is carrying a tray with oatmeal, toast, juice, and fruit.
MOM
I noticed someone needed a little
extra beauty sleep, so I
decided to whip up my school
breakfast special!
CASSIE
(groggy/confused)
What? What...is happening...
MOM
(VERY PERKY)
What's happenin' is it's 7:45
and you have 15 minutes to scoot
that toot or you'll miss the bus!
We can hear the familiar screech of a school bus outside.
CASSIE
Wait...what? How did I get here?
Did you pick me up last night?
MOM
(laughs)
Pick you up? With my back?
MOM laughs and continues straightening up CASSIE's bedroom, un-phased. CASSIE slowly (hungover) starts to climb out of bed. She chugs orange juice and looks around, totally bewildered. She digs through her bed, searching for her phone as MOM hums and spruces up the room.
CASSIE
Where's my cell phone?
MOM
Oh, not this again. Your dad and I agree you're too
young for a cellular phone.
(mumbles)
We have a landline.
CASSIE
Is this...some kind of intervention?
Or... like, a social experiment?
MOM
Okay, my little drama queen, is
this for another audition? What's
the musical this year? Guys and Dolls?
Or Grease? I can never remember.
CASSIE
Seriously, Mom.
What's happening...
(horrified)
and what are you wearing?!
MOM
(excited)
This? It's from Coldwater Creek, do you
like it? Joyce says it makes me look like
a river goddess.
CASSIE notices a poster on the wall.
CASSIE
Oh my god, where did you find
this? I thought Amanda's brother
burned it in the poster fire of
2006. I can't even buy it on eBay anymore!
MOM
2006? Are you still dreaming,
sleepyhead?
CASSIE
(suddenly afraid)
Why.
MOM
(confused)
Why???
MOM opens the curtains.
MOM
Because it's a beautiful sunny
day in 2003, my little time
traveling daydreamer!
Horror strikes. CASSIE looks around the room, stupefied. The Lisa Frank calendar, the denim pillows, the scrunchie collection, the retainer case... Realization hits.
CASSIE
Holy fuck.
MOM
(gasps)
Language! Have you been watching
Spike TV with your Dad again?
MOM clucks her tongue and exits.
MOM
(calling from the hall)
15 minutes til the bus!
CASSIE walks over to the calendar. It's Monday, March 24, 2003. She immediately pukes into her Lisa Frank trashcan, then looks at the camera.
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