Journal #9 - Subtext script

Diogenesis started digging through his closet to find out what to wear for school. As he got out his grandmother frowned and said "How come I couldn't see it?"

"See what?"

"Never mind," and she continued to walked sluggishly to the kitchen.

The little boy laid his outfit on his bed for school. He wanted to impress his crush with his new outfit and hairdo. When he walked into the kitchen he shooed his mother's smoke away from his face. He stood with his arms cross and began to nag at her.

"Abuelita, can I get breakfast? I am a growing boy," he frowned.

"A boy..." she said kissing her teeth. She inhaled her cigarette praying it would make a difference and she threw a banana at him. "Here you go, eat up."

"I want real food!"

"That's all you're gonna get! You better start getting used to it."

"But grandmommy, I'm starving!"

"Then have a cigarette. It'll help you sleep at night."

Diogenesis grabbed the cigarette and lit it. He looked at his mother's hair in disgust and wondered how somebody could think of having such a blend of grey and orange lay on top of their head like a nest. He turned to his grandmother and put the lit cigarette on her hair.

"Shave your ugly hair, I hate when people are so sloppy!" he yelled. She roared and proceeded to choke him. He punched her chest.

"Psssh, women," he snickered as his grandmother whaled in pain.

"Michael! Tell your son to calm down! I have to deal with my customer this morning."

After her dealing was done she went to her grandson's room and yelled at him. "I want you to tell me who influenced you? Was it a psychologist? A cop? Was it a teacher? A classmate? Who told you it was acceptable?"

"No one, abuela!"

"Then if no one said it then who said you can be like that!"

"I am naturally like this."

"No can be 'naturally' anything. Just like I do not naturally care about you! It's your fault. You made me feel this way towards you. But, if you do not want to tell me who then you can walk to school by yourself. You are not a part of this family. We're strong people!" she screeched and smacked him beside the head.

When he fell she began to cackle. He started to limp outside the door only to hear his father yelling at the television as if the person through the television screen could hear him. "Fine, i'd rather be on my own anyways."

He then skipped to the exit door of his apartment building and opened the door. Through the apartment window the grandmother continued to yell. "Never have I met someone so worthless!" she sad as she put her hands through he tangled and burnt hair. When he crossed the street he saw two people holding hands and smiling at each other as if it didn't matter what people felt about their public display of affection. He walked towards the school and looked past his girlfriend Tina. "I do not want to be with you any more."