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MRS. APPLEWOOD Okay dear your all set for class. Kelvin looks up to see the way-to-happy woman smiling at him. KELVIN V.O. Excellent. Everything’s coming up Milhouse. The music begins to swell. We swivel TIGHT ON a shot of Kelvin’s binder page. He’s just drawn the Simpson’s character Milhouse giving him the finger. As we pull out of the swivel the music kicks in and Kelvin is in first period. MIX TO: A quick montage of Kelvin’s first day classes, walking the halls, more sketching, finding his locker, and the glares from fellow classmates throughout. The lunch bell rings. CUT TO: INT: THE CAFETERIA The wide-open room is lined with a plethora of large white tables flanked by folding, matching benches. There is a loud cacophony of talking above talking by the clutter of students. The doors swing open. Kelvin enters. The unwanted attention from the students is almost immediate. As if in a minefield, Kelvin carefully navigates the cafeteria. He discreetly heads over to a vacant Coke Machine and slips in four quarters. The clinking of the currency sounds like gunshots in Kelvin’s ears as it draws even more attention to himself. The thunk of the soda hits the trough below. Kelvin picks it up and turns. Two hands slam him into the red glowing plastic of the machine. Kelvin finds his face inches away from Jordan. START JORDAN How’s your first day going Anus? Kelvin winces. KELVIN Just great. Any of you guys have a mint? JORDAN (confused) What? KELVIN I didn’t know they were serving hot garbage today. How was it? Jordan hauls back and strikes Kelvin in the midsection. KELVIN (cont.) (sputtering) Shit. But seriously dude. It smells like your balls crawled in your mouth and exploded. Kelvin falls to one knee from another hit. JORDAN (whispering) What’s wrong funny man? No more jokes. KELVIN (gasping) Okay. Don’t take the mint. I’m sure the girls here are intoxicated by the scent of a moldy yeast infection. Jordan rams him again. JORDAN Listen you little fuck. Some of the kids here may think you being from Hollywood makes you hot shit but that doesn’t make it so, got it? You were a loser there and you’re a loser here. KELVIN Well at least I’m consistent. Jordan reels back one last time. He goes to strike. His hand is caught from behind. JANITOR (clutching Jordan’s wrist) Move along Davies. Jordan’s surprise fades to forced arrogance. JORDAN Let go of me Mr. Clean He rips his hand back. JORDAN (cont.) Shouldn’t you be washing my shit out of the toilets or something? KELVIN Why? Did you puke? Jordan calculates the risk of continuing his assault on Kelvin. The Janitor’s size is intimidating. The janitor makes the decision for him. JANITOR (menacingly) Move along. Jordan’s nerve falters and, followed by his friends, he saunters away. JORDAN See ya around Anus. END As if nothing’s happened, the janitor pulls out his keys and reaches to insert them in the Coke Machine coin lock. He drops the keys. With cat-like reflexes Kelvin snatches the keys inches from the ground and hands them back over.
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