Play 16 – Sister
(A teenager's bedroom, T's. K is a fair bit younger)
T: Stand over there
T: no, to the side
K: Okay, here?
T: Yeah, that's it
T: Now we're gonna play a game
T: I'm gonna try and see how many of these crayons will hit you
(T starts throwing the a box of crayons at K. K starts crying)
(on a sofa, in front of a TV. A horror theme)
K: I don't like this programme I don't think
K: It's supposed to be scary
T: it's not that scary
K: I want the lights back on
T: no that would ruin the mood
K: I don't like it, can we watch something else
T: don't be a baby
K: I'm gonna go to the bathroom, okay
(K goes, T rushes to the kitchen as soon as K's away, gets a bottle of ketchup and smears across her neck, to make it look like her throat has been slit. Lies down on the ground, eyes closed and pretends to be dead. K comes out of the bathroom again)
K: Are you sure we can't watch something else? What's on the other channels, have you checked?
(clocks 'the corps')
K: are you okay? Stop teasing
(T's still 'dead')
K: Stop it. Wake up! Stop! Its not funny! Stop! I said stop! You're not dead.
(shakes her, no response from T)
K: (panic settling in) please stop it. Wake up. Wake up!
(T let's her cry for a bit, then springs up like Jack in the Box, scaring her sister half to death. As K screams T laughs.)
(T comes home in a wheelchair, broken leg and pelvic bone, tries to put on a brave face but her sister, K, looks scared, concerned, not sure if she can hug her. They eventually hug, but it's a bit awkward)
(T is holding a pregnancy test. K is waiting to see if she's happy with the result. T smiles and then both jump around in joy, the kind of joy where the surprise of it overpowers any other emotion but it's still totally gleeful)
(K is getting ready for her wedding. T is smiling, also crying a bit, which makes K start to cry a bit)
K: stop it, I'll ruin my make up
(K is on the phone)
K: I don't know, she said she had to take the later flight due to her work, so I don't think she'll be here until the evening. Maybe eight? I don't really know what the plan is, it's all a bit of a surprise I think tonight so I don't even know if there's any sort of birthday party. Hang on, there's someone at the door.
(goes to check. T is standing there with a big grin on her face)
K: you rascall, you big fat liar you!
T: yes! It worked! I always get you!
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Hi, this is a little experiment in writing, where I will write one short play (most of which will be awful) a day for the month of February. They're not polished, there are no rules, I just write them and post them. But I have to post one a day.