INT. Matilda's room
The bedroom is decorated and filled with the clutter of a young girl. She's not in here. Not yet. Through the open door we can hear the sounds of an argument, culminating in...
DAD: That's enough of that, young lady. Go to your room! You're grounded!
Matilda storms up the stairs, furious, and runs into her bedroom. She SLAMS the door and SCREAMS.
MATILDA: I HATE YOU! YOU'RE RUINING MY LIFE!
Red-faced, she glares at the shut door.
INT. Kitchen - the next morning
Matilda is eating breakfast. Her father's boots sit against the wall.
Nobody else is around.
Matilda picks up a boot, checks to see the coast is clear... and SPITS into it.
A gleeful smile spreads across her face. She spits in the other one, too.
INT. Kitchen - later
Matilda is doing her homework. Dad picks up his boots.
DAD: I'm going to the shops. Do we need anything?
MUM: No, I think we're OK.
Dad slips on his boots. Matilda hides a smirk.
(I didn't describe either the father or the mother because I'm picturing this in my head as being shot all on Matilda and not showing the faces of the parents at all - just hands picking up boots, feet putting them on, etc.)
Created: Jun 15, 2014Document Media