Five Phrases and Script

"I just feel like I'm faking everything and that people only find me useful when they need something to laugh about." -My friend and I having a conversation about her other friend group

"It's just so unhealthy to rely completely on a relationship to make you feel happy." -One of my friends telling our roommate about a girl and her boyfriend who broke up with her

"He just left a fucking trash bag of rotting rice in the middle of the kitchen!" -One of my friends telling my roommate about his roommate and how he's a slob

"Why are they always looking at us? Everyone has to start somewhere." -One of my friends talking to me and addressing the mean at the gym that stare and gawk at us as we work out

"She's driving 45 minutes away to go see him and she has a test tomorrow?" -This girl I overheard talking about some other girl to her friend

The Best of Both Worlds

by 

Rosa Hernandez

EXT. A CIRCUS TENT/ IN A RURAL FARMING AREA - NIGHT

Arty, also known as, Arty the Foolish Clown, sits in a wooden chair with his legs splayed out before him. He brings his hands up to his face as if he is distraught--possibly annoyed. He lets out an exasperated sigh and looks at the mirror before him. The mirror has gleaming, bright light bulbs surrounding the perimeter of it. He takes a glimpse at his face and winces. His white, cakey, makeup has a sickening, ghoulish look to it. The blue eye shadow surrounding his eyes is running down his cheeks. 

ARTY

(To himself)

What the fuck happened to you? 

Sarah, also known as, The Invincible Woman, walks into the tent, and sees the distraught look on Arty's face. She slowly walks over to Arty and wraps her arms around his shoulders 

ARTY

(Yelling)

No one gives a damn about me! No one! The kids see right through me! They know I'm nothing but a fucking failure! They don't want a useless sack of shit like-

Arty begins to cry. Sarah pulls him into an embrace

SARAH

Art, you can still be the same person you were in your prime! You have all that potential still waiting inside of you! 

Arty slowly pulls away from Sarah and looks off into the dark sky between the slit of the open tent. He can still see the gleaming, blinking lights of the carnival rides outside. He sighs.

ARTY

I just feel like i'm faking everything--that people only find me useful when they need something to laugh about.

Arty looks at his hands--embarrassed at his vulnerability. Sarah clenches his hand and smiles down at Art. 

ARTY

I'd like to be alone right now. 

Sarah looks at him with much sadness in her eyes, but lets go of the grip on his hand and leaves. Arty looks back at himself in the mirror. Slowly, but hesitantly, he gets up.