Scene 1: Afternoon. A park or some other outdoor space where a half dozen middle school girls have gathered.
GIRL 1: We are having so much fun. We are BFFs!! I am texting you a series of little hearts.
GIRL 3: LOL! I am texting you both. Even though we are all right here. Look! There are some boys. I heard you liked one of them.
GIRL 4: I heard somebody else liked one of them.
GIRL 1: I heard stuff too and some of it was not nice. I am going to send it out as a text to everyone. But don't repeat it.
GIRL 2: OMG! We won't. Let's go talk to those boys and make them tell us if it's true.
Scene 2. Same park. Playground area. The girls have been joined by three or four boys.
GIRL 2: Did you hear? Do you know what anybody said?
BOY 1: We never understand anything you say. But we like that you like our hair.
GIRL 3: We really like your hair. Do you want to know who doesn't like your hair?
BOY 2: What?
GIRL 1: I am never talking to her again.
GIRL 2: Who?
GIRL 1: Yes, but I never said that.
GIRL 3: Let's take sides. And say mean things about the other side.
BOY 2: Uh. Which side are we on?
GIRL 4: We'll text you later.
GIRL 5: Yeah, we're leaving. Did you get our text?
GIRL 6: We don't even like your hair that much.
Scene 1: Late afternoon, same day. A suburban kitchen. Girl 1 is staring at her iPod touch and looking morose. Her mother stands nearby looking confused, concerned. She is holding a coffee cup.
MOTHER: Do you want to talk about it? Did you see what I did with my coffee? It was right here a minute ago.
GIRL 1: No. I hate them. Go Away.
GIRL 1: All of them!
MOTHER: Right. Let me make you some hot chocolate. Let's go find a funny movie to watch together. Let's make popcorn.
GIRL 1: Okay.
Scene 1: Next morning. Same kitchen. Girl 1 glares into a mug of hot chocolate. Her mother stands nearby. She holds a notebook under her arm and a cup of coffee in her hand.
MOTHER: You can't stay home from school. Because otherwise how am I going to ruin your life? Have you seen my notebook?
GIRL 1: I hate you. You're ruining my life. Will you take me shopping after school?
MOTHER: I have a lot to do today. I am not even caught up on ruining your life last week.
Scene 2: Afternoon, same day. Same kitchen. Girls 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6 are seated around a table, which is piled with opened cereal boxes, drink glasses and Ramen soup wrappers. The path to the table is a mound of discarded backpacks. The refrigerator door stands open. Mother steps in from adjoining room, which is offstage. She has a notebook under her arm, a cup of coffee in one hand and is holding a cell phone in the other. As she enters the girls all begin speaking at once.
GIRLS 1-6: Will you make us something to eat? We are starving. Will you take us to Starbucks?
MOTHER: (Walks kitchen perimeter, stepping over backpacks, pushing cabinet, refrigerator doors closed.) What are you all doing here? Has anyone seen my phone?
GIRL 1: You said you would take us shopping.