EXT. SUNSET PEAK RESIDENCE
Anabelle, Lollia and Christabelle are leisurely walking through the neighbourhood.
CHRISTABELLE: [to Anabelle] Is everything all right?
LOLLIA: Yeah, what was all that shoutin’ about?
ANABELLE: Don’t… worry. It’s got nothing to do with y’all.
LOLLIA: O…kay. Movin’ on. What do you guys do for “fun” around here?
CHRISTABELLE: Hmm… We often play out in the garden at home. Mommy doesn’t let us out of the house on my own that often.
LOLLIA: That sucks. But you’re on your own now—
CHRISTABELLE: I guess so. By the way, we haven’t been properly introduced. I’m Christabelle.
LOLLIA: It’s… nice to meet you. I’m Lola or… Lollia… Just call me Lola. Don’t wear it out.
CHRISTABELLE: Nice to meet you Lola. Say… What brings you to our home?
LOLLIA: Well… I heard it’s a nice neighbourhood—
CHRISTABELLE: That it is—
LOLLIA: And… well, I got kicked out of my house so… here I am.
CHRISTABELLE: Oh… That’s… cool. What do you do for “fun”?
LOLLIA: I like to run around and do what ever I want. That includes breakin’ stuff, fighting, swearing and just being all round me. I don’t like being told what to do, otherwise I’ll get really mad.
CHRISTABELLE: Oh… Uhm… Mommy wouldn’t allow that kind of behaviour. She’d shout at me.
LOLLIA: I’d shout back if I were you. Don’t let an adult tell you what to do.
ANABELLE: Lola, shut up. You’re not gonna influence my sister in a negative way.
LOLLIA: Oh whatever. I’d rather do my own thing. Ugh, you guys are boring.
ANABELLE: I’m not in the mood for your nonsense right now.
LOLLIA: What the fuck did I do now?
CHRISTABELLE: [gasps] You said the ‘F’ word. I’m tellin’ mom!
LOLLIA: Oh shut up.
ANABELLE: [sternly] Lola?
LOLLIA: You’re not holding out on me, are you?
ANABELLE: Stop it. Or else I’ll really get mad!
CHRISTABELLE: Stop fightin’!
Oh… the tables have turned.
I’ve taught her well and now she’s telling us to stop fighting.
What’s got into her?
She been acting a lot more sincere recently and less of a bully.
That’s… a good indication of development…
However, Lola doesn’t look too happy about being shouted at.
LOLLIA: Don’t shout at me you lil—
ANABELLE: Hey, step off! We didn’t come out here to argue and fight. I need to clear my mind. I will not tolerate any more bickering and pathetic comments from you. Just shut up or else…
LOLLIA: Can I get a break? Everyone just victimises me—
ANABELLE: [severely] No one is victimising you. I’m simply requesting— No, advising that you do not talk to my sister like that or else there will be serious trouble. Do you understand?
LOLLIA: [timidly] S-Sorry.
Her attitude changed fast
LOLLIA: Hey uh… where does Tammy live? I wanna go meet her.
ANABELLE: I can show you but… I don’t think she’ll be coming out for the next few days.
LOLLIA: That’ll do for me.
ANABELLE: Fine. But I don’t plan on staying out for too long.
Sorry to kill the mood but I’m trying to keep as calm as possible, enter a mode of Zen to relax my mind, but Lola here still hasn’t grasp the ability to respect people.
I can’t let Christabelle be disrespected like that and I won’t tolerate it.
If this problem persists then I can send her ass back home to her uncaring granddad.
Let me calm myself down.
We can start over with a civilised conversation…
ANABELLE: Hey uh… Chris, how has school been?
CHRISTABELLE: It’s been all right, I guess, nothing of interest. However, the teachers in our year are planning a field trip to the science museum. Sounds a little boring, but it’s different.
ANABELLE: How are you in general?
CHRISTABELLE: I’ve been okay. I’ve taken your words on board and I’ve really put a lot of thought into the way I behave and treat people. Gab and I have been helping each other with homework— Also, we stood up together to verbally combat a bully. It’s been a while since we actually worked together.
ANABELLE: That’s good to hear.
LOLLIA: [whining] Ugh… I’m tired. This is looooong.
ANABELLE: Get used to it.
LOLLIA: You sound like my parents.
CHRISTABELLE: Yeah, you sound like mommy. She often says that to us whenever we complain.
ANABELLE: Well… get used to it.
LOLLIA: Hey, do you go to school?
ANABELLE: I’m home schooled. I used to go to school but… things didn’t go as planned, so… I opted to be home schooled.
LOLLIA: Oh. School sucked for me. I got kicked out few months ago and my granddad hasn’t been bothered to get me into a new one. Not that I would care.
CHRISTABELLE: But I “kinda” like school. School is fun and you can learn a lot.
LOLLIA: Maybe for you, nerd, but I rather not. School sucks.
Chris usual would bite back, but I don’t if she’s found a change of heart or if she finds Lola a little intimidating.
Either way, I’ve got her back.
CHRISTABELLE: So what do you do instead?
LOLLIA: I run around freely and no one can tell me what to do.
CHRISTABELLE: I can’t do that. Mommy would get angry and plus you get to do a lot of cool things like making lots of friends. Forget about the boring stuff.
LOLLIA: That’s easy for you to say.
ANABELLE: Speaking of friends: Chris, do you have any friends in this neighbourhood?
CHRISTABELLE: Not really.
ANABELLE: But you’re usually good at that.
CHRISTABELLE: I know, but I haven’t been able to mingle or ac-acquaint myself with the other kids even when mommy takes us to the park. But that doesn’t really faze me because I have lots of friends in school.
ANABELLE: Do you ever invite them home?
CHRISTABELLE: Sometimes, but only my best friends. They get top priority over everyone else.
ANABELLE: What are your standards to become your best friend?
CHRISTABELLE: Obviously we need to know one another for a long time, share secrets, trust is a must and have fun together. I only have a select few of best friends. I can almost consider them family.
LOLLIA: No fair. I only have… one—no… t-two friends.
CHRISTABELLE: You don’t need to have a lot of friends. One trustworthy friend is enough.
ANABELLE: That depends on what type of person you are. But she’s right; you don’t need to have hundreds of friends. Tamaki is your best friend.
LOLLIA: But I’m terrible at making new friends.
ANABELLE: We can work on that. Which reminds me, Tamaki and I were thinking about starting up our own band—
LOLLIA: Oh… uh… yeah. We did talk about that a long time ago.
CHRISTABELLE: [animated] Oh, oh, I wanna join. I can be your lead singer: [tuneful] “It’s a sun-ny day and we come out to play!”
ANABELLE: Uh… that was very jovial.
CHRISTABELLE: [merry] Thanks.
They arrive at The Kin residence.
ANABELLE: Well… here it is.
LOLLIA: Thanks. So I guess she’s grounded and we won’t see her for probably a week, which is mega lame.
ANABELLE: Don’t worry. She’ll be fine.
LOLLIA: It is a nice house and I can see why they moved here. I wish she took me with her.
ANABELLE: Let’s head back before mother gets worried.
LOLLIA: What are we gonna do for the rest of the day?
ANABELLE: I don’t know.
CHRISTABELLE: We were gonna go out shopping, but poor Gabriel is ill. I guess we can play in the back garden, play board games or watch TV.
ANABELLE: I’m fine with anything.
LOLLIA: I’ll just follow along, but I wish I could ride my bike around. This road looks really nice and smooth.
CHRISTABELLE: You have a bike?
LOLLIA: Yeah, but I can’t find the key for it so… it’s going nowhere.
ANABELLE: Mother won’t let you ride it anyways.
LOLLIA: She can’t dictate me.
CHRISTABELLE: How about we race home?
ANABELLE: I’d love to challenge you but I’m not really in a good mood.
LOLLIA: I’ll race ya! On your marks… Get set… Go!
And… they’re off.
I’ll take my time and walk back.
I can only imagine the morose telling off mother is going to instil to me.
ANABELLE: [sighs] …
This is going to be a long and dreary day.