Serious, by Ken Bradbury, 2007

A Mexican girl decides to drop out of school until a new friend helps.

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8 - 10 minutes

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  • 2 Females

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An excerpt …

(They meet in the lunch room.)

JOSIE: Look, I’m sorry. I forgot your name already.

MARIA: Maria.

JOSIE:  Oh, heck yes. Sorry. Maria. They got cheerleaders in Mexico?

MARIA: I … I think so.

JOSIE: I don’t suppose you ever cheered?

MARIA: I played soccer.

JOSIE: Now that is too cool! Who wants to cheer when you can play, right? So you’re like … a jock?

MARIA: (a pause, then) Jock?

JOSIE: You play sports? Macho man stuff?

MARIA: (the closest her shyness will allow her to come to a laugh) I am a girl.

JOSIE: (laughs) Yeah. Yeah, I guess you are. I didn’t mean you looked like a boy. We don’t have a girls’ soccer team. So … big family I guess. All Mexicans have big families I hear.

MARIA: Just four of us. Mama, Papa, my sister and Maria. Me.

(The rose is missing from Maria’s hair.)

JOSIE: Come on, Maria. You always wore that little rose in your hair and now for two days in a row it’s gone. (Maria begins to turn away, tearing up.) No, let’s talk. Come on, girl. I mean, it’s not like we know each other that well but I’m … I’m … a friend. What happened?

MARIA: (a pause, then) My papa …

JOSIE: Yeah?

MARIA: My papa works in another city. He sends us money … to Mama and my sister and me. I do not see him often. When he left … when he left I ask him for something to remember him. Papa is a happy man. We were visiting the grave of my ... abuela. How do you say? Grandmother. He reaches down and takes a small plastic rose from her grave and he puts it in my hair. He says, “There. Wear this to remember me.” (a pause, then) It is a short story. Perhaps it is funny to you?

JOSIE: No … Hey, that’s sweet. I mean, that’s really cool. So … where’s the rose? You lose it?

MARIA: (a pause, then) No.

JOSIE: Where is it?

MARIA: Two days ago I was standing in the hallway before school. Some kids … some boys ... came up to me … (she begins to rise) ... I should go to class.

JOSIE: (stopping her) Tell me, Maria.

MARIA: (fighting back tears) They had cut out little paper roses and stuck them in their hair. They were mocking me. But it was not for me that I felt sad. My abuela … my grandmother. She was a kind woman. They were mocking her memory … I could not ... (she begins to cry)

(Maria decides to leave school to get a job.)

JOSIE: (enters) Packing up.

MARIA: (not looking at Josie) Si. Yes.

JOSIE: It’s a mistake.

MARIA: Please, Josie …

JOSIE: You quit school you may not come back. Your Papa want that?

MARIA: I … I will try to ... (she looks at Josie) … Your hair.

JOSIE: Like it?

MARIA: You are wearing … you are wearing a rose.

JOSIE: Just like yours. It didn’t come from as special a place as yours, but I’ve got an … how do you say it?

MARIA: Abuela.

JOSIE: Yeah. Abuela. I’ve got a grandma, too.


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