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First things first, Dwam tatooed this star on me almost two weeks ago and I love my newly pimped arm !



As you all know I want to write and direct my own movies, yay I'm ambitious, and these days as I'm looking for a good internship or job, while trying to get my driver's license (even if it's compromised : never ask who you must blow to the director when he takes too much time to write you up for the exam) and waiting for the tests for big cinema schools (which I'll surely fail as they only take ravaged people :p) Oh, and I'm finally decided to man up and ttry to sell a script I wrote last year.


Fuel for mind

So these days I write a lot for my projects while eating pastries like the one above, I have like a script being written with a high-school friend and 2 projects of my own. One of them is a sort of crazy noir mystery melodramatic teen-movie. And I wasn't so sure about my charachters even if I already had images of them in my head, (that's how I always start getting ideas : an image pops up and I can go on and on). So I decided to write sort of portrayals of what happened to them before the time my script begins. Here's one of these stories with some (shitty ass) drawings I made, either on the computer or on my 46cts notebook. They help me picture the story or even future shots when I do the sort of 'storyboard' on Flash for scenes.
Tell me what you think of the story!

Sk8ter Girl



When other girls of her age had their first boyfriend, Laura got her first skateboard. A year before, she had a camera but the pictures were all blurry. She thought she did not have a good eye for this, and she thought that she would never be Annie LaChappelle; or David Leibovitz; so she was keeping on taking self shots with her webcam. She also got pencils, canvas and a lot of colors on an earlier birthday. She tried to paint with oil painting or with water painting but she ended up painting things as she was seeing them with her fingers. Bigger than they really were, distorted.
On the contrary of the gifts she had, she immediately liked her skateboard and never got bored of it. She rode it freely around her neighborhood. A girl who was skateboarding was quite unusual around here but people got used to it. They nicknamed her 'Skater Girl' and some kids even replaced Avril Lavignes lyrics of her song 'Sk8ter Boy' to make it sound about her. Seeing her skating so fast soon became something pretty common and nobody would care anymore. It was part of the scenery; she was part of it and loving it.



And it finally happened. She saw him and she immediately thought he was the one. She thought He was 'the' One; the boy she would love forever and die with. His name was Scott Palmer and was one of the cool kids even if He was not into what other popular kids were into. They just liked Him, He was there, He was essential and even more to her.
He was so easygoing on everybody that she thought His smiles were more than simple smiles. She started to believe that everything He said had a second, a deeper and a more subtle meaning. She would analyze small talks she had with Him at school for hours. She was sure that every time He would brush against her was a sign. On her way home, she often stopped at the house where a murder took place some years before to sit on the steps. She would pluck daisies and talk to them about Him while picking their petals off.
At school, they shared many classes together and they seemed to be attracted by each other but Scott was so cool with everybody that no one could really know if it was the case. She could not know for sure but she knew that He had something for her. If he did not, He would not be so close to her, He would not kiss her goodbye at the end of the day, He would not call her to hang out at parties and He would certainly not walk her home everyday if he was not into her - Or at least trying to get into her -.



When 'He Loves Me/He Loves Me Not' turned out to be too hazardous, she opted for the safer variant 'He Loves Me/He Loves Me Lots'. Then this way she was always winning. It was spring break and her birthday was getting closer. She knew He would declare Himself to her soon and it would be the greatest gift ever. She was so excited about it she forgot He did not have returned her calls and totally ignored her IM.
The Day arrived. She was riding her skateboard around town. It was a good day and it was all about to get better, but then she saw him. He was in the park with another girl and His hand was lightly touching her cheek as they were sitting against an old tree were people used to carve their initials into hearts. This tree was the graveyard of dozen of years of past snake woods and Laura who already had pictured her heart-shaped 'S + L Forever' would never have one of her own...
She just went home, had a part of chocolate cake, her favorite, and went to her room. She turned her old record player on and played her favorite vinyl. 'Oops I did it again' by Louis Armstrong. She cracked a bottle of her favorite drink, peach flavored ice tea and drank it all while she was contemplating the view from her window and was listening to the song. She threw the empty bottle in the trash can and went into the bathroom for a minute, looking for something while she was mumbling the song all along.



When she came back, the song was almost finished so she put the needle right back at the beginning of it. She sat on the floor against her bed, listening again to the song; she was crying now. Her tears were black because of the make-up and there were black stains on her carpet. Then she opened her hand and looked at the razor blade she was holding. She took her big black pearls bracelet off and started to cut her wrist. Vertically, twice. She got dizzy and evanescent and as her eyes were closing then, she was already regretting what she had just done...
She was hoping for somebody to come up to check on her, to find her dying in her blood.
She was hoping for her survival.
She was hoping for more skateboarding rides in the sweetness of these afternoons...



So ?!