Play 177: Whiny Emo Crap

CHARACTERS
VINCENT, 17
ANNA, 17

(Vincent is sitting at picnic table outside in the shade, staring off into the distance with a slightly forlorn look.)

(Anna enters and sits at the table.)

ANNA
Are you okay?

(Vincent looks slightly startled, and turns to face her.)

VINCENT
Yeah.

ANNA
You sure?

VINCENT
I’m fine.

ANNA
You look a little off.

VINCENT
I do?

ANNA
Yeah.

VINCENT
I guess I am.

ANNA
Why?

(Beat.)

I’m just sick of people telling me I’m one of their best friends, then not going out of their way to do anything for me ever.

(Beat.)

I’m tired of saying hi to people in hallways and them not responding, tired of them actively ignoring me and avoiding eye contact so they don’t have to say anything to me.

(Beat.)

I’m tired of feeling like I’m insignificant, expendable, like I’m always a consolation prize and no one really wanted me here in the first place. I’m tired of empty promises, words, friendships, of people being oblivious, of feeling like I’m invisible.

(Beat.)

You want to know why I’m in a bad mood? Look in the fucking mirror.

(Anna stares at him looking shocked and offended.)

(Lights down.)

(Pause.)

(Lights up, Vincent is sitting alone at the table, staring of in the distance.)

(Anna enters and sits at the table.)

ANNA
Are you okay?

(Vincent looks slightly startled, and turns to face her.)

VINCENT
Yeah.

ANNA
You sure?

VINCENT
I’m fine.

ANNA
You look a little off.

VINCENT
I do?

ANNA
Yeah.

VINCENT
I don’t really want to talk about it.

ANNA
Okay.

(Blackout.)