| (Pitch black screen, with narrators voice over it) Narrator: Well lets start at the beginning, because as in all stories that is usually the best place to start. (Switch to shot of little kids running around, playing in a front yard, there is a tree and the front of a house shot) Narrator: Yes that�s me. The little red headed squirt running with the other kids. I was always known as that the little �red headed� kid. As if being red headed singled me out to be the different one, you know like some classification of it all and not just the color of my hair. Well lets get on with it this is taking to long. (switch to a bunch of varying shots of NigeL (main character) growing up through the years) Narrator: I guess I had some what of a normal childhood. I grew up basically a middle class kid in California, had a some friends, toys, you know just the usual. Basically what you would think a kid would usually have without going to extreme. I grew up in a household with my two sister, and yes my parents where both together. I guess that was the only thing in my family that went against the �normal� family. (continue with shots of childhood) Narrator: Well I grew up as all kids grow. That�s really all I can say about it. I was a smart ass kid. When I was young my sister used to teach me all the stuff that she learned in school, so by the time I hit kindergarden, I already knew times tables. Kinda freaky if you think about it. Anyways, besides being a brain I did the usual. Follow after what my dad liked, and what he was into like basically every other son or kid. My dad was British so that basically for ment soccer and cycling. The only thing that was out of the category for a British man to me was that we were both extremely into hockey and the such. Well as again I figure this is dragging on to long and just wasting your time so I guess we start setting up the juicy stuff. (zoom out from childhood shots until it becomes a good shot of town, then increase zoom speed and zoom into NigeL again. Older about 9/10 years of age standing in an open grass area/ school playground) Narrator: This is when it all fell apart. My family moved to Utah as an effect of Clinton�s military cut-backs. I hate the fuck and always will. My dad got a job offer in Utah and took it. So here I am in Utah. Yippee. I don�t know if I can impliment more sarcasm here. To me there could be no worse place for me to end up and I guess now I wasn�t wrong. (Nigel walks towards school front doors and into front entrance. Shot of open corrior of school showing hall ways to either side. Give a massive look to it. Nigel moves down hallway to left and proceeds to classroom. Kids run around him screaming and playing. NigeL with somewhat drawn look on face. Walks into classroom #4. Bell rings. NigeL sits in an empty seat in the back.) Mr. Walton: Oh yes, (smiles at Nigel) everybody we have a new student in the class. Nigel would you like to come to the front of the class and tell everybody who you are? NigeL (walks to front of class and looks over what seems like an endless sea of people): Hi, I�m NigeL Buttersworth. I�m from California. Narrator: If you have ever seen someone�s face turn from somewhat happiness to pure hatred, times that by about 24 and you know what the faces of these children looked like to me. The one thing I didn�t know about Utah and soon figured out was that they hated people from California. I soon learned the other things they hated during recess. Yeah for me. (NigeL heads back to seat and sits down.) Mr. Walton: Well can�t everybody say hi to NigeL? Class: Hi NigeL Mr. Walton: Ok thank you NigeL. Ok class lets take roll. (quick zoom to NigeL�s face, just blank stare, roll is called silently in the background) Narrator: Wait a second! Roll!! Roll is the second worse thing for a kid to have to go through on the first day, especially when your from a British family. Mr. Walton: Oh NigeL, wow I just noticed you have two middle names� Narrator: this is where the British family comes into it. Mr. Walton: K, T, what do those stand for? (shot of grief stricken NigeL�s face) Narrator: As you see, I know this is a bad thing. Two middle names is great when your older and know how to appreciate them, but when you�re a kid with a name like mine, slapping two more middle names into the picture is just like putting another scoop of ice cream on a fat kids plate. You know that is gonna cause trouble for you. NigeL: Kendrick Trenton Mr. Walton: Oh that�s nice. Crystal Caldwick�.(roll call proceeds) (School goes through, recess bell rings and kids run out of the classroom frantically) Narrator: Well here comes the part of school ever new kid dreads. When you have no friends making it through recess is hard enough, but when you�re a new kid, are from California, have four names, and now live in the hell hole of Utah your in for 8 times the trouble. (NigeL walks outside with head down and sits by a big tree, watching the other kids play. A small group of kids approaches) |