Serious, by Ken Bradbury, 2007
A Mexican girl decides to drop out of school until a new friend helps.
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Duration8 - 10 minutes
- 2 Females
Product Id: #292
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An excerpt …
(They meet in the lunch room.)
JOSIE: Look, I’m sorry. I forgot your name already.
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 …
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?
JOSIE: Yeah. Abuela. I’ve got a grandma, too.
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