- Gareth
EXT. PADUA HIGH SCHOOL - DAY
Welcome to Padua High, your typical upper-middle-class high school in
Seattle, Washington.
EXT. PADUA HIGH SCHOOL, THE STREET OUTSIDE - DAY
Two cookie-cutter-cute girls sing along in their car to a bit of popular
fluff music.
KAT STRATFORD, eighteen, pretty -- but trying hard not to be (and failing)
-- pulls her rundown car up next to theirs and scowls with indignation at
their choice of music.
EXT. PADUA HIGH SCHOOL, FRONT STEPS- DAY
Kat hurries toward the front door of what appears to be the Wayne Manor version
of an ordinary high school. She approaches another cookie-cutter-cutie pasting
an advert for prom on the wall, and tears it down in passing.
PROM POSTER GIRL
Hey!
INT. GUIDANCE COUNSELOR'S OFFICE - DAY
CAMERON JAMES, a clean-cut, easy-going new kid at school with an optimistic,
innocent face, sits facing MISS PERKY, a conservative spinster stereotype
turned on its head. She’s in the middle of composing some racy
lines from her pulp romance-novel-in-progress on her laptop.
MISS PERKY
So, Cameron. Here you go. (reviews his transcript)
9 schools in 10 years, my my... Army brat?
CAMERON
Yeah. My dad’s a...
MISS PERKY
That’s enough.
I'm sure you won't find Padua any
different than your old school. Same
little asswipe shit-for-brains
everywhere.
CAMERON
Excuse me. Did you just say... Am I in
the right office?
MISS PERKY
Not anymore you’re not. I’ve got deviants to see
and a novel to finish. Now scoot. Scoot!
CAMERON
Okay. Thanks.
Cameron rises to leave and passes PATRICK VERONA, a smug, longhaired
Australian, who’s on his way in.
Miss Perky looks down at her file and up at Patrick
MISS PERKY
(continuing)
Patrick Verona. I see we're making our
visits a weekly ritual.
She gives him a disapproving glance. He answers with a charming
smile.
PATRICK
Only so we can have these moments together.
Should I, uh, get the lights?
MISS PERKY
Oh very clever, kangaroo boy. Says here you exposed yourself
in the cafeteria?
PATRICK
I was joking with the lunch lady. It was a bratwurst.
MISS PERKY
Bratwurst?
(glances at his loins suspiciously)
Aren’t we the optimist? Next time keep it in your
pouch, okay? Scoot!
After he leaves, she goes back to writing her novel, adding the word
“bratwurst” to the sentence she's working on.
INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY - DAY
MICHAEL ECKMAN, a typical, overachieving, brainy senior with a young
republican’s sense of style, introduces himself to Cameron among the
bustle of the hall.
MICHAEL
Michael Eckman. I’m supposed to show you around.
CAMERON
Oh hi.
(seems relieved)
Thank God! You know, normally
they send down one of those audio/video geeks.
MICHAEL
(flustered)
You know, I do. I know what you mean, yeah.
An audio/video geek pushing a cart full of film equipment rolls along
side them.
A/V GEEK
Hey Michael, where should I put those slides?
MICHAEL
(brushes off the A/V Geek)
Michael?!
(Turns back to Cameron)
So, uh,
(checks a piece of paper)
...Cameron. Here’s the breakdown:
They begin to walk down the hallway.
MICHAEL
(Continuing)
Over there you’ve got your basic beautiful people.
Now listen. Unless they talk to you first, don’t bother.
CAMERON
But wait. Is that your rule or theirs?
MICHAEL
Watch.
(To an ironically not very good looking jock as they pass)
Hey there.
JOCK
Geek.
MICHAEL
(To Cameron)
See that?
The Jock and his friends glare as if offended as the two walk away.
EXT. SCHOOL COURTYARD - DAY
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