Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Everybody's Talkin' at Me



[For Challenge #7 of Mrs. Flinger's {W}rite of Passage. This one is Dialogue. And the following is how I suspect it goes on at Daughter's middle school. Daughter is C.]

Scene: Morning Break at the Middle School

A: Why are you being so mean to B?
C: WHAT? I'm being mean to her?! She's being mean to me! She's the one who keeps telling -- quote -- secrets about me. And she keeps picking on D. And she...
A: Well, B says you're the one telling secrets about her and talking about her. And she says...
C: Oh. My. Gosh. That is not true. I don't believe this. This is so unfair.
A: Well, I believe B. So there.

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Scene: Lunch Break at the Middle School

B: Shhhhhhh. Here comes C. Do not let her see this book. It is sooooooo gross. You can't let her see it. Do you want to look at it, A?
A: Ewwwwww. That is gross.
C: What is it?
B: No, C, you can't see it. It's too gross for you. No one let her see it, okay?
E: Oh, gross. Ick.
F: Gross.
C: Let me see it.
B: No, it's too gross.
C: Please?
B: No! Go away. It's just too gross.

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B's House with B and Her Mother M

B: Mom, C was so mean to me today. She was teasing me.
M: Oh, dear. What did she do?
B: She was talking about me, saying bad things to A. And then she tried to grab my book away.
M: Oh, honey, I wonder what's gotten into C?
B: [Sniffling] I don't know. I never do anything to her.
M: I know you don't. It's so sad.

[Photo courtesy of Zazzle.]

5 comments:

slouchy said...

ugh.

thank goodness i don't have a girl. :)

i am the diva said...

holy moly.
great dialogue

Coal Miner's Granddaughter said...

Oh, Lord. Soooo not looking forward to that stage of mother/daughter-hood. Maybe I'll just lock her in the closet until she's 45.

Judith Shakespeare said...

Middle school is the layer of hell that Dante forgot. Ugh. :)

Natalie at Mommy on Fire said...

Aye, aye, aye...I DO have a girl and she is about to turn five. THIS is what I am going to have to deal with? Wait. Come to think of it, I knew this. I was once a middle school girl and THANK GOD I don't have to ever go back!
This too shall pass. I enjoyed your dialogue piece. Stopping in from Write of Passage!

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