INT - JEN’S BATHROOM - NIGHT
The lavender trash can is filled to the brim. Ripped tights, Caribbean Cool deodorant, lipstick stained tissue.
Jen sits on the bathroom counter, frantically scrubbing specks of blood from the hem of her gown. Her jelly-bean pink nails curl around a glittered toothbrush.
INT - JEN’S BEDROOM - DAY
A towel is twisted around Jen’s hair as she moves to the mirror. She blinks at her reflection as the phone RINGS in the other room.
JEN
I’m not here!
Jen’s expression slumps with frustration as the phone RINGS twice more. Finally, her sister answers.
KAYLY (O.S.)
Hello? Hi Silah. Fine.
Jen pulls the towel from her hair.
KAYLY (CONT’D)
She’s not here right now
Jen stares into space, listening.
KAYLY (CONT’D)
Yeah. I’ll tell her. Okay.
Kayly hangs up the phone and plods down the hallway.
Jen glances up as her sister pauses at the doorway. Kayly plays with the string of plastic beads that hang from the knob.
KAYLY (CONT’D)
She’s going into the city to get a new dress. Are you guys fighting?
JEN
I’ve just been really tired.
Kayly cocks her head, tugging on the shiny beads.
KAYLY
Are you sick?
Jen tips her chin down, hiding the tears that she can’t control. A wisp of hair falls loose and brushes her cheek.
JEN
No. I’m popular.