I need script feedback
I have to write an adaptation screenplay for one of my modules. It has to be 30 pages long, but I can go up to 33 pages. I was wondering if someone here that is into script writing would want to read over what i have so far and give me some feedback? it would be much appreciated 🙂 (SCRIPT IN THE REPLIES)
my script is an adaptation of the novel "In 27 Days" by Allison Gervais. I'll drop the 5 finger pitch:
This is a fantasy/fiction with a blend of romantic and coming of age elements following Hadley Jamison, a 17 year old high school student from New York that makes a deal with a mysterious figure named Death to travel back in time exactly 27 days to prevent the tragic death of her classmate, Archer Morales. However, she faces various obstacles, such as Archer’s personality (he’s withdrawn, introverted and pushes people away), her limited time frame (she only has 27 days to succeed), and her own limitations (her self-doubt and fear of failure in a life-or-death mission). I have decided that this story deserves to be told now because it tackles themes of mental health with hope and compassion without just dwelling on tragedy - reading this book truly moved me and showed that small acts of kindness and love can have a ripple effect on someone’s life. Its ending doesn’t leave readers in despair, but with a reminder of the value of life and the importance of reaching out.
my script is an adaptation of the novel "In 27 Days" by Allison Gervais. I'll drop the 5 finger pitch:
This is a fantasy/fiction with a blend of romantic and coming of age elements following Hadley Jamison, a 17 year old high school student from New York that makes a deal with a mysterious figure named Death to travel back in time exactly 27 days to prevent the tragic death of her classmate, Archer Morales. However, she faces various obstacles, such as Archer’s personality (he’s withdrawn, introverted and pushes people away), her limited time frame (she only has 27 days to succeed), and her own limitations (her self-doubt and fear of failure in a life-or-death mission). I have decided that this story deserves to be told now because it tackles themes of mental health with hope and compassion without just dwelling on tragedy - reading this book truly moved me and showed that small acts of kindness and love can have a ripple effect on someone’s life. Its ending doesn’t leave readers in despair, but with a reminder of the value of life and the importance of reaching out.
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by eloisedruryI have to write an adaptation screenplay for one of my modules. It has to be 30 pages long, but I can go up to 33 pages. I was wondering if someone here that is into script writing would want to read over what i have so far and give me some feedback? it would be much appreciated 
my script is an adaptation of the novel "In 27 Days" by Allison Gervais. I'll drop the 5 finger pitch:
This is a fantasy/fiction with a blend of romantic and coming of age elements following Hadley Jamison, a 17 year old high school student from New York that makes a deal with a mysterious figure named Death to travel back in time exactly 27 days to prevent the tragic death of her classmate, Archer Morales. However, she faces various obstacles, such as Archer’s personality (he’s withdrawn, introverted and pushes people away), her limited time frame (she only has 27 days to succeed), and her own limitations (her self-doubt and fear of failure in a life-or-death mission). I have decided that this story deserves to be told now because it tackles themes of mental health with hope and compassion without just dwelling on tragedy - reading this book truly moved me and showed that small acts of kindness and love can have a ripple effect on someone’s life. Its ending doesn’t leave readers in despair, but with a reminder of the value of life and the importance of reaching out.
my script is an adaptation of the novel "In 27 Days" by Allison Gervais. I'll drop the 5 finger pitch:
This is a fantasy/fiction with a blend of romantic and coming of age elements following Hadley Jamison, a 17 year old high school student from New York that makes a deal with a mysterious figure named Death to travel back in time exactly 27 days to prevent the tragic death of her classmate, Archer Morales. However, she faces various obstacles, such as Archer’s personality (he’s withdrawn, introverted and pushes people away), her limited time frame (she only has 27 days to succeed), and her own limitations (her self-doubt and fear of failure in a life-or-death mission). I have decided that this story deserves to be told now because it tackles themes of mental health with hope and compassion without just dwelling on tragedy - reading this book truly moved me and showed that small acts of kindness and love can have a ripple effect on someone’s life. Its ending doesn’t leave readers in despair, but with a reminder of the value of life and the importance of reaching out.
FADE IN
EXT. HIGH SCHOOL - day
It's a miserable day in November. The weather is dark and stormy. Rain can be heard drumming the floor. Students hurry across the courtyard with hoods and umbrellas, heads down.
Push in towards a second story window. Through it, we catch a glimpse of HADLEY JAMISON, 17, a friendly and outgoing girl. Her chin is resting on her hand as she stares out at the storm, lost in thought. Her gaze follows raindrops racing down the glass.
The sound of the rain is replaced by the muffled chatter of students
int. CLASSROOM - CONTINUOUS
The room buzzes with noise. Students are scattered at their desks, laughing, tossing crumpled paper across the room.
Beside Hadley sits her best friend TAYLOR LEWIS, 17, a bubbly and talkative girl, who is mid-conversation before she notices Hadley's silence.
TAYLOR
(Nudges Hadley's shoulder) Hadley, are you even listening to me?
Hadley's gaze turns to Taylor.
Hadley
Huh? Oh, sorry Taylor. What was you saying?
Taylor eyes her.
TAYLOR
(Concerned) Are you okay? You've been zoning out all morning.
Hadley steers her gaze back towards the window.
HADLEY
Sighs) I don't know. I just feel...off today, I guess.
Taylor
Is it about the test? You really have nothing to worry about. You're, like, the only one that stays awake in Mrs Anderson's class.
Hadley
(Laughs) Yeah, I guess you're right.
Hadley looks around the class.
Hadley
Speaking of, where is she? She's never late.
The door swings open.
MRS ANDERSON, a teacher in her mid 40s, wet from the rain, scurries through the door holding a stack of books. A coffee stain is on the front of her sweater. Her expression is distressed, her eyes red-rimmed and swollen.
She drops the stack of books on her desk with a slam. The room immediately quiets.
Mrs Anderson
(Softly) Sorry I'm late class, sorry...
Mrs Anderson scrubs the stain on her sweater with a napkin.
Mrs anderson
(Straightens glasses) Something terrible has happened.
Mrs Anderson takes a breath, steadying herself. She uses the napkin to wipe away a tear on her cheek.
Mrs anderson
I...I'm afraid that your classmate, Archer Morales, took his own life last night.
A ripple of gasps fill the room, the students exchange uneasy glances. The room is silent, only the distant hum of rain is heard.
Hadley freezes, her breath caught in her throat.
Taylor
(Whispering to Hadley) Who's Archer Morales again?
Hadley
(Turns to her)
You're kidding, right? He sits at the back. Quiet guy, dark hair. He...he works at that small cafe. Cafe Rosa.
Taylor
Oh. Yeah. I remember now. That's really sad.
Mrs anderson
(Voice fading)
All students are invited to attend his funeral...
The rain grows louder, drowning the sound of Mrs Anderson's voice. It pounds against the window like a heartbeat.
Hadley numbly stares out the window, her reflection faded by the rain.
PRE-LAP: A car engine rumbles - continuous
CUT TO:
EXT. CHURCH - EVENING
The sky is gloomy. It's not raining, but the ground it slick and shiny with puddles. A yellow New York taxi is parked outside. The door slams shut, and the taxi pulls away - revealing Hadley standing motionless in a black dress and black coat.
She looks up at the building. She fiddles with the buttons on her coat. She takes a deep breath and exhales before stepping toward the church doors.
Int. church - coNTINUOUS
Dim light glows through the stained glass windows. Candles and flowers decorate the aisle. A framed photograph of Archer rests at the altar, surrounded by white flowers. The funeral is not busy, only a small handful of people are present.
A grieving woman can be seen at the front, sobbing into a man's shoulder.
Hadley fiddles with the buttons of her coat and hesitantly moves forward. She slides into an empty bench at the back where she sits alone. She takes off her coat and lays it beside her.
The Priest begins to speak at the front. Hadley presses her lips tight and drifts her gaze to Archer's photo - his smile frozen in time. A tear escapes. She sniffs and wipes it away quickly. She is too detached to notice a mysterious slender figure dressed in all black with a leather jacket slowly creeping closer behind her.
She snaps back to focus when the bench creaks as the figure sits next to her. She looks around at all the empty seats around her. She uncomfortably shifts further down the bench.
Hadley stares wide eyed at his unusual appearance. His skin pale as snow, black sunken eyes and hollow cheekbones, as if he had never eaten a scrap of food in his life.
Mysterious man
It's a shame, isn't it? No one noticed his pain.
Hadley
(Whispers) Excuse me?
Mysterious man
Archer Morales. A pure soul that suffered so much that he ended his own life. Such a shame.
Hadley's alarmed gaze darts around the room, however no one else seems to notice him.
Hadley
Um...I don't want any trouble so please -
Mysterious man
(Chuckles) Oh, I'm not here to bring you any trouble, Hadley Jamison.
HADLEY
(Gasps) How...how do you-
MysterIOUS MAn
Know your name? I know a lot of things, Hadley Jamison. It's kinda part of the job description.
You wish things could have been different for him. You wish you could have done something to help him, even though you didn't even know him. Yet...here you are.
Hadley looks back to Archer's photo. She blinks back tears.
Hadley
(Sniffs) He didn't deserve this.
MystERIOUS MAN
Oh, believe me Hadley Jamison, I know that better than anyone. It's not fair when a person is taken before their time is up.
Hadley
Who even are you?
mysterious man
I'm known by lots of names, actually. The Grim Reaper. The angel Azreal. Mephistopheles. But for simplicity's sake, you can just call me Death.
Hadley
(crosses arms)...Is this some kind of joke to you?Do you think it's funny that one of my classmates killed himself?
Death
Oh, I believe this to be a very serious matter, Hadley.
Death rises his hand and snaps his fingers. The echo bounces around the church. The room falls deathly silent. Hadley looks around. To her disbelief, every last person was frozen in the middle of whatever they were doing. The grieving woman with her nose buried in a tissue, a little girl sat next to her with her finger stuck up her nose, the priest at the altar with an open bible in his hands.
Hadley rises to her feet, looking around the room with wide eyes.
Hadley
...what...h-how?
Death
You have surprised me, Hadley Jamison. I thought you would have taken off running and screaming by now.
Hadley
(Frantically grabs coat)
Give me another second and I will be.
Death
(Grabs Hadley's wrist tightly)
Believe me, Hadley. I think you will be very interested in what I have to say. You and I both know I will grab you by your hair and drag you back if you try to make a run for it. Now, would you mind calmly sitting down so we can have a little chat about Archer Morales?
Hadley audibly gulps. She stares at Death and hesitantly lowers herself back into her seat.
Death
Listen closely, Hadley, because I am only going to say this once. I am going to offer you the chance to go back in time twenty-seven days to prevent Archer Morales from ending his life.
Hadley
Sorry, what did you just say?
Death
I told you I was only going to say it once.
Hadley
Why should I trust a word you say?
Death
(shrugs)
Just a leap of faith
Death reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a contract and a pen.
Death
The gift of life is valuable, something to be treasured.
And it's a travesty when a soul is taken away when it didn't need to be. Archer will never get to graduate high school or go to college. Meet the love of his life, get married, travel the world, grow old and grey.
Death leans closer.
Death
So, tell me, Hadley Jamison. If you had the chance to go back and prevent something bad from happening...would you do it?
Death holds the pen and contract out in front of her. She stares down at with a hard gaze.
Hadley
(sighs)
Okay. I'll...I'll do it.
Hadley takes the contract and the pen.
Hadley
My father is a lawyer, you know. I'm not stupid enough to sign my name away on the dotted line without knowing what the catch is.
Death
(Chuckles)
Smart girl, but there is no catch. But I will say the longer you drag this out, the harder it will be to send you back in time. Archer's already been dead two days.
Hadley thoughtfully stares at the paper before scribbling her name. She shoves the papers towards Death.
Hadley
Now what's supposed to happen? And why do I only have twenty-seven days?
Death
Twenty-seven days is the amount of time it took Archer to make the decision to end his life.
Death shoves the contract back into his jacket pocket.
Death
Though I should warn you, this is not going to be easy. There are things in this world that have a...set order. And there are...things that don't like it when that order is disrupted.
Hadley
What? What do you mean?
DEath
I've already said too much. I wouldn't worry your pretty little head about it. Good luck, kid.
Death rises his hand.
Hadley
Wait -
Death snaps his fingers. The snap echoes through the room and everything goes black.
Fade into:
INT. Cafe rosa - EVENING
The cafe is quietly settled after a busy day. Chairs are stacked upside down on tables. Only the soft glow of street lamps outside illuminates the space. A clock ticks loudly on the wall. The place is empty of customers - save for a single remaining customer. Hadley is slumped over a small corner table, books and papers scattered around her sleeping body. A figure looms over her sleeping body, arms crossed over their chest.
ARCHER
Hey, come on, you need to wake up... HEY!
Hadley lets out a squeak of shock and sits bolted upright. A piece of paper is stuck to her cheek. She looks around frantically.
Hadley
(peels paper from cheek)
Huh? What?
ARCHER
We're closed. You need to leave.
Hadley finally looks up. ARCHER MORALES, 17, a cold and introverted boy, is the imposing figure leaning over her. He glares down at her with an annoyed frown. Hadley's jaw drops. Lost for words, she stares up at him wide-eyed and confused.
Archer
(waves hand in front of her face)
Helloooo? I said you need to leave.
Hadley
(points at Archer)
You! What are you doing here?
Archer
Um...I work here?
Hadley
(softly) I must be dreaming. I'm dreaming, and when I wake up, I'll just be back in my bedroom.
Hadley pinches her skin.
Archer
(flatly)
...Did you just pinch yourself?
Hadley
Yes.
Archer
Jesus. I figured you were a bit weird, Hadley, but not this weird.
Hadley
You know my name?
Archer
You're Hadley Jamison, daughter of that hotshot lawyer. We have English class together. You brown-nose every teacher at that hell of a school.
Hadley
Well, I guess I just - Hang on, I don't brown nose anyone!
Archer
Whatever. Just pack up your things. It's past closing time and I'd like to get home this year.
Hadley
Right, yeah. I'm sorry. I must've fallen asleep while studying.
Hadley quickly gathers her belongings and shoves them into her bag. She watches Archer in silence as he wipes a damp cloth over the surface of the table.
Hadley
So...how have you been?
Archer
You don't need to make small talk to fill the silence, Hadley.
Archer lifts the chair and stacks it on top of the table. Hadley follows him as he briskly walks to the counter.
Hadley
I know, but it's been a while since I've seen you. I want to talk to you.
Archer tosses the damp cloth into the sink and turns toward Hadley, his eyebrow raised.
Archer
You. Want to talk to me.
Hadley
Yes. We should catch up.
Archer
Because girls like you so often want to talk to guys like me.
Archer swiftly walks past her toward the door. Hadley hurries after him. She catches the door before it could swing shut on her face as he strolls outside.
EXT. Outside Cafe Rosa
Hadley
What do you mean, girls like me?
Archer pulls out a set of jingling keys and locks the door, his head low.
Archer
Rich girls who don't know a thing about anything.
Hadley
Hey! You don't even know me!
Archer
Don't need to.
Archer slips the keys into his pocket and walks away down the sidewalk.
Hadley
Bye then!
Hadley lets out a frustrated sigh and bitterly watches Archer walk away and disappear from sight within seconds.
Hadley
(mutters to herself) Unbelievable.
She turns to walk in the opposite direction. Her footsteps fall into a stiff rhythm as she heads down the block, every exhale fogging in the cold air. She tightly holds the strap of her bag. She stares ahead of her, lost in thought. Cars rush past, splashing streaks of water along the curb. Hadley stops at a cross walk and waits for the light to change.
Hadley suddenly clutches her wrist and lets out a hiss of pain. She rolls up her sleeve. The number 27 is etched on the skin of her wrist, as if burned beneath the surface. Hadley gasps and stares at it for a few moments, visibly shaken.
HADLEY
(whispers) What...?
She lightly brushes her fingertips over her skin. She licks her thumb and rubs the numbers in an attempt to erase them, but fails.
Hadley
That's just sick.
The light at the cross walk changes. Hadley looks up. She pulls her sleeve back down and takes a deep breath before briskly crossing the road.
high school cafeteria - lunchtime
The cafeteria buzzes with overlapping noise - chairs scraping against the floor, voices colliding, trays clattering. A line of students snake toward the serving counter.
Hadley stands at the top of the steps, tray in hand with a plate of cheesy french fries balanced on it. Her eyes scan the room, searching for a certain someone.
She lets out a squeak of excitement when she finally spots him. ARCHER is sitting alone in the back of the cafeteria at a small table, an open book in front of him. She urges toward him, but stops when a voice calls her name.
Taylor
Hadley! Hadley, over here!
HADLEY looks over her shoulder. TAYLOR is sat at a table of girls. She pats the empty seat next to her. Hadley's eyes drift back to Archer, then down to the numbers etched on her wrist, which now read the number 25. Her breath catches. She looks back to Taylor with a small smile.
Hadley
I'll catch up with you guys later, okay?
HADLEY maneuvers her way through the tables toward Archer's. Taylor watches after her, a confused look on her face.
Hadley drops her tray on Archer's table and sits opposite him. Archer stares at her from over his book. The surprised expression on Archer's face quickly turns to an annoyed one.
Archer
(mutters) You again.
Hadley casually leans back in her seat and pops a french fry in her mouth, as though this was an everyday occurrence.
Archer
What are you doing?
Hadley
Eating lunch. What does it look like?
Archer
What do you want?
HADLEY
I think we got off on the wrong foot the other day. I wanted to introduce myself properly.
Hadley holds out her hand for him to shake.
Hadley
I'm Hadley Jamison.
Archer stares at her hand and rolls his eyes.
Archer
I already know who you are, Hadley.
Hadley
Right. I- well, I think it would be nice for us to get to know each other a bit and -
Archer
(interrupting) Why?
Hadley
Why what?
Archer
You've never spoken to me before. Why do you even care?
Hadley
Because...because I...well, nobody should be alone. Everyone needs a friend, right?
Archer
Look, just because I'm-
Ty
Well, what do we have here?
Archer and Hadley both turn toward the voice.
TY RITTER, 17, a big and brawny jock with gelled hair and an arrogant smirk leans over the table.
Ty
Archer Morales finally got himself a girlfriend.
Archer
(crosses arms) Can I help you?
Ty leans over Hadley and steals one of her fries. She looks at him in disgust.
Ty
I have to hand it to you, Morales. She's not exactly in your league, bro.
Hadley
(to Ty) Is there a reason why you're here or do you get some kick out of being annoying?
Ty
I just wanted to give you some advice, since I'm such a nice guy and all.
Hadley
And what's that?
TY
Have you not heard? Everyone's been talking about it.
Ty leans closer.
Ty
His freaky old man's in prison for murder. We all think he'll wind up there one day too. I'd keep my distance if I were you.
Hadley looks back to Archer. His eyes are locked on the table, his jaw clenched.
Ty
The apple never falls far from the tree. Does it, Morales -
Hadley
Shut up! Can't you just leave him alone? Seriously!
Ty stares down at Hadley, wide eyed. Hadley sits there, flushed with colour and short of breath.
Ty
Just think about it. The guy's a freak.
TY slams his hand on the table, leaning down toward Archer.
Ty
I'll see you later when your little girlfriend isn't here to stand up for you.
TY walks away.
Hadley
...Are you okay?
Archer
Don't ever speak for me again. I don't need saving.
Hadley
Look, Archer, I -
Archer
You may think you did me a favor, but you did the exact opposite. Just stay out of my business.
ARCHER shoves his book in his bag and quickly exits the cafeteria.
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FADE IN
EXT. HIGH SCHOOL - day
It's a miserable day in November. The weather is dark and stormy. Rain can be heard drumming the floor. Students hurry across the courtyard with hoods and umbrellas, heads down.
Push in towards a second story window. Through it, we catch a glimpse of HADLEY JAMISON, 17, a friendly and outgoing girl. Her chin is resting on her hand as she stares out at the storm, lost in thought. Her gaze follows raindrops racing down the glass.
The sound of the rain is replaced by the muffled chatter of students
int. CLASSROOM - CONTINUOUS
The room buzzes with noise. Students are scattered at their desks, laughing, tossing crumpled paper across the room.
Beside Hadley sits her best friend TAYLOR LEWIS, 17, a bubbly and talkative girl, who is mid-conversation before she notices Hadley's silence.
TAYLOR
(Nudges Hadley's shoulder) Hadley, are you even listening to me?
Hadley's gaze turns to Taylor.
Hadley
Huh? Oh, sorry Taylor. What was you saying?
Taylor eyes her.
TAYLOR
(Concerned) Are you okay? You've been zoning out all morning.
Hadley steers her gaze back towards the window.
HADLEY
Sighs) I don't know. I just feel...off today, I guess.
Taylor
Is it about the test? You really have nothing to worry about. You're, like, the only one that stays awake in Mrs Anderson's class.
Hadley
(Laughs) Yeah, I guess you're right.
Hadley looks around the class.
Hadley
Speaking of, where is she? She's never late.
The door swings open.
MRS ANDERSON, a teacher in her mid 40s, wet from the rain, scurries through the door holding a stack of books. A coffee stain is on the front of her sweater. Her expression is distressed, her eyes red-rimmed and swollen.
She drops the stack of books on her desk with a slam. The room immediately quiets.
Mrs Anderson
(Softly) Sorry I'm late class, sorry...
Mrs Anderson scrubs the stain on her sweater with a napkin.
Mrs anderson
(Straightens glasses) Something terrible has happened.
Mrs Anderson takes a breath, steadying herself. She uses the napkin to wipe away a tear on her cheek.
Mrs anderson
I...I'm afraid that your classmate, Archer Morales, took his own life last night.
A ripple of gasps fill the room, the students exchange uneasy glances. The room is silent, only the distant hum of rain is heard.
Hadley freezes, her breath caught in her throat.
tAYLOR
(Whispering to Hadley) Who's Archer Morales again?
Hadley
(Turns to her)
You're kidding, right? He sits at the back. Quiet guy, dark hair. He...he works at that small cafe. Cafe Rosa.
Taylor
Oh. Yeah. I remember now. That's really sad.
Mrs anderson
(Voice fading)
All students are invited to attend his funeral...
The rain grows louder, drowning the sound of Mrs Anderson's voice. It pounds against the window like a heartbeat.
Hadley numbly stares out the window, her reflection faded by the rain.
PRE-LAP: A car engine rumbles - continuous
CUT TO:
EXT. CHURCH - EVENING
The sky is gloomy. It's not raining, but the ground it slick and shiny with puddles. A yellow New York taxi is parked outside. The door slams shut, and the taxi pulls away - revealing Hadley standing motionless in a black dress and black coat.
She looks up at the building. She fiddles with the buttons on her coat. She takes a deep breath and exhales before stepping toward the church doors.
Int. church - coNTINUOUS
Dim light glows through the stained glass windows. Candles and flowers decorate the aisle. A framed photograph of Archer rests at the altar, surrounded by white flowers. The funeral is not busy, only a small handful of people are present.
A grieving woman can be seen at the front, sobbing into a man's shoulder.
Hadley fiddles with the buttons of her coat and hesitantly moves forward. She slides into an empty bench at the back where she sits alone. She takes off her coat and lays it beside her.
The Priest begins to speak at the front. Hadley presses her lips tight and drifts her gaze to Archer's photo - his smile frozen in time. A tear escapes. She sniffs and wipes it away quickly. She is too detached to notice a mysterious slender figure dressed in all black with a leather jacket slowly creeping closer behind her.
She snaps back to focus when the bench creaks as the figure sits next to her. She looks around at all the empty seats around her. She uncomfortably shifts further down the bench.
Hadley stares wide eyed at his unusual appearance. His skin pale as snow, black sunken eyes and hollow cheekbones, as if he had never eaten a scrap of food in his life.
Mysterious man
It's a shame, isn't it? No one noticed his pain.
Hadley
(Whispers) Excuse me?
mysterIOUS MAN
Archer Morales. A pure soul that suffered so much that he ended his own life. Such a shame.
Hadley's alarmed gaze darts around the room, however no one else seems to notice him.
Hadley
Um...I don't want any trouble so please -
MYSTERIOUS MAn
(Chuckles) Oh, I'm not here to bring you any trouble, Hadley Jamison.
HADLEY
(Gasps) How...how do you-
MysterIOUS MAn
Know your name? I know a lot of things, Hadley Jamison. It's kinda part of the job description.
You wish things could have been different for him. You wish you could have done something to help him, even though you didn't even know him. Yet...here you are.
Hadley looks back to Archer's photo. She blinks back tears.
Hadley
(Sniffs) He didn't deserve this.
MystERIOUS MAN
Oh, believe me Hadley Jamison, I know that better than anyone. It's not fair when a person is taken before their time is up.
Hadley
Who even are you?
mysterious man
I'm known by lots of names, actually. The Grim Reaper. The angel Azreal. Mephistopheles. But for simplicity's sake, you can just call me Death.
Hadley
(crosses arms)...Is this some kind of joke to you?Do you think it's funny that one of my classmates killed himself?
Death
Oh, I believe this to be a very serious matter, Hadley.
Death rises his hand and snaps his fingers. The echo bounces around the church. The room falls deathly silent. Hadley looks around. To her disbelief, every last person was frozen in the middle of whatever they were doing. The grieving woman with her nose buried in a tissue, a little girl sat next to her with her finger stuck up her nose, the priest at the altar with an open bible in his hands.
Hadley rises to her feet, looking around the room with wide eyes.
Hadley
...what...h-how?
Death
You have surprised me, Hadley Jamison. I thought you would have taken off running and screaming by now.
Hadley
(Frantically grabs coat)
Give me another second and I will be.
Death
(Grabs Hadley's wrist tightly)
Believe me, Hadley. I think you will be very interested in what I have to say. You and I both know I will grab you by your hair and drag you back if you try to make a run for it. Now, would you mind calmly sitting down so we can have a little chat about Archer Morales?
Hadley audibly gulps. She stares at Death and hesitantly lowers herself back into her seat.
Death
Listen closely, Hadley, because I am only going to say this once. I am going to offer you the chance to go back in time twenty-seven days to prevent Archer Morales from ending his life.
Hadley
Sorry, what did you just say?
Death
I told you I was only going to say it once.
Hadley
Why should I trust a word you say?
Death
(shrugs)
Just a leap of faith
Death reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a contract and a pen.
Death
The gift of life is valuable, something to be treasured.
And it's a travesty when a soul is taken away when it didn't need to be. Archer will never get to graduate high school or go to college. Meet the love of his life, get married, travel the world, grow old and grey.
Death leans closer.
Death
So, tell me, Hadley Jamison. If you had the chance to go back and prevent something bad from happening...would you do it?
Death holds the pen and contract out in front of her. She stares down at with a hard gaze.
Hadley
(sighs)
Okay. I'll...I'll do it.
Hadley takes the contract and the pen.
Hadley
My father is a lawyer, you know. I'm not stupid enough to sign my name away on the dotted line without knowing what the catch is.
Death
(Chuckles)
Smart girl, but there is no catch. But I will say the longer you drag this out, the harder it will be to send you back in time. Archer's already been dead two days.
Hadley thoughtfully stares at the paper before scribbling her name. She shoves the papers towards Death.
Hadley
Now what's supposed to happen? And why do I only have twenty-seven days?
Death
Twenty-seven days is the amount of time it took Archer to make the decision to end his life.
Death shoves the contract back into his jacket pocket.
Death
Though I should warn you, this is not going to be easy. There are things in this world that have a...set order. And there are...things that don't like it when that order is disrupted.
Hadley
What? What do you mean?
DEath
I've already said too much. I wouldn't worry your pretty little head about it. Good luck, kid.
Death rises his hand.
Hadley
Wait -
Death snaps his fingers. The snap echoes through the room and everything goes black.
Fade into:
INT. Cafe rosa - EVENING
The cafe is quietly settled after a busy day. Chairs are stacked upside down on tables. Only the soft glow of street lamps outside illuminates the space. A clock ticks loudly on the wall. The place is empty of customers - save for a single remaining customer. Hadley is slumped over a small corner table, books and papers scattered around her sleeping body. A figure looms over her sleeping body, arms crossed over their chest.
ARCHER
Hey, come on, you need to wake up... HEY!
Hadley lets out a squeak of shock and sits bolted upright. A piece of paper is stuck to her cheek. She looks around frantically.
Hadley
(peels paper from cheek)
Huh? What?
ARCHER
We're closed. You need to leave.
Hadley finally looks up. ARCHER MORALES, 17, a cold and introverted boy, is the imposing figure leaning over her. He glares down at her with an annoyed frown. Hadley's jaw drops. Lost for words, she stares up at him wide-eyed and confused.
Archer
(waves hand in front of her face)
Helloooo? I said you need to leave.
Hadley
(points at Archer)
You! What are you doing here?
Archer
Um...I work here?
Hadley
(softly) I must be dreaming. I'm dreaming, and when I wake up, I'll just be back in my bedroom.
Hadley pinches her skin.
Archer
(flatly)
...Did you just pinch yourself?
Hadley
Yes.
Archer
Jesus. I figured you were a bit weird, Hadley, but not this weird.
Hadley
You know my name?
Archer
You're Hadley Jamison, daughter of that hotshot lawyer. We have English class together. You brown-nose every teacher at that hell of a school.
Hadley
Well, I guess I just - Hang on, I don't brown nose anyone!
Archer
Whatever. Just pack up your things. It's past closing time and I'd like to get home this year.
Hadley
Right, yeah. I'm sorry. I must've fallen asleep while studying.
Hadley quickly gathers her belongings and shoves them into her bag. She watches Archer in silence as he wipes a damp cloth over the surface of the table.
Hadley
So...how have you been?
Archer
You don't need to make small talk to fill the silence, Hadley.
Archer lifts the chair and stacks it on top of the table. Hadley follows him as he briskly walks to the counter.
Hadley
I know, but it's been a while since I've seen you. I want to talk to you.
Archer tosses the damp cloth into the sink and turns toward Hadley, his eyebrow raised.
Archer
You. Want to talk to me.
Hadley
Yes. We should catch up.
Archer
Because girls like you so often want to talk to guys like me.
Archer swiftly walks past her toward the door. Hadley hurries after him. She catches the door before it could swing shut on her face as he strolls outside.
EXT. Outside Cafe Rosa
Hadley
What do you mean, girls like me?
Archer pulls out a set of jingling keys and locks the door, his head low.
Archer
Rich girls who don't know a thing about anything.
Hadley
Hey! You don't even know me!
Archer
Don't need to.
Archer slips the keys into his pocket and walks away down the sidewalk.
Hadley
Bye then!
Hadley lets out a frustrated sigh and bitterly watches Archer walk away and disappear from sight within seconds.
Hadley
(mutters to herself) Unbelievable.
She turns to walk in the opposite direction. Her footsteps fall into a stiff rhythm as she heads down the block, every exhale fogging in the cold air. She tightly holds the strap of her bag. She stares ahead of her, lost in thought. Cars rush past, splashing streaks of water along the curb. Hadley stops at a cross walk and waits for the light to change.
Hadley suddenly clutches her wrist and lets out a hiss of pain. She rolls up her sleeve. The number 27 is etched on the skin of her wrist, as if burned beneath the surface. Hadley gasps and stares at it for a few moments, visibly shaken.
HADLEY
(whispers) What...?
She lightly brushes her fingertips over her skin. She licks her thumb and rubs the numbers in an attempt to erase them, but fails.
Hadley
That's just sick.
The light at the cross walk changes. Hadley looks up. She pulls her sleeve back down and takes a deep breath before briskly crossing the road.
high school cafeteria - lunchtime
The cafeteria buzzes with overlapping noise - chairs scraping against the floor, voices colliding, trays clattering. A line of students snake toward the serving counter.
Hadley stands at the top of the steps, tray in hand with a plate of cheesy french fries balanced on it. Her eyes scan the room, searching for a certain someone.
She lets out a squeak of excitement when she finally spots him. ARCHER is sitting alone in the back of the cafeteria at a small table, an open book in front of him. She urges toward him, but stops when a voice calls her name.
Taylor
Hadley! Hadley, over here!
HADLEY looks over her shoulder. TAYLOR is sat at a table of girls. She pats the empty seat next to her. Hadley's eyes drift back to Archer, then down to the numbers etched on her wrist, which now read the number 25. Her breath catches. She looks back to Taylor with a small smile.
Hadley
I'll catch up with you guys later, okay?
HADLEY maneuvers her way through the tables toward Archer's. Taylor watches after her, a confused look on her face.
Hadley drops her tray on Archer's table and sits opposite him. Archer stares at her from over his book. The surprised expression on Archer's face quickly turns to an annoyed one.
Archer
(mutters) You again.
Hadley casually leans back in her seat and pops a french fry in her mouth, as though this was an everyday occurrence.
Archer
What are you doing?
Hadley
Eating lunch. What does it look like?
Archer
What do you want?
HADLEY
I think we got off on the wrong foot the other day. I wanted to introduce myself properly.
Hadley holds out her hand for him to shake.
Hadley
I'm Hadley Jamison.
Archer stares at her hand and rolls his eyes.
Archer
I already know who you are, Hadley.
Hadley
Right. I- well, I think it would be nice for us to get to know each other a bit and -
Archer
(interrupting) Why?
Hadley
Why what?
Archer
You've never spoken to me before. Why do you even care?
Hadley
Because...because I...well, nobody should be alone. Everyone needs a friend, right?
Archer
Look, just because I'm-
Ty
Well, what do we have here?
Archer and Hadley both turn toward the voice.
TY RITTER, 17, a big and brawny jock with gelled hair and an arrogant smirk leans over the table.
Ty
Archer Morales finally got himself a girlfriend.
Archer
(crosses arms) Can I help you?
Ty leans over Hadley and steals one of her fries. She looks at him in disgust.
Ty
I have to hand it to you, Morales. She's not exactly in your league, bro.
Hadley
(to Ty) Is there a reason why you're here or do you get some kick out of being annoying?
Ty
I just wanted to give you some advice, since I'm such a nice guy and all.
Hadley
And what's that?
TY
Have you not heard? Everyone's been talking about it.
Ty leans closer.
tY
His freaky old man's in prison for murder. We all think he'll wind up there one day too. I'd keep my distance if I were you.
Hadley looks back to Archer. His eyes are locked on the table, his jaw clenched.
ty
The apple never falls far from the tree. Does it, Morales -
Hadley
Shut up! Can't you just leave him alone? Seriously!
Ty stares down at Hadley, wide eyed. Hadley sits there, flushed with colour and short of breath.
Ty
Just think about it. The guy's a freak.
TY slams his hand on the table, leaning down toward Archer.
Ty
I'll see you later when your little girlfriend isn't here to stand up for you.
TY walks away.
Hadley
...Are you okay?
Archer
Don't ever speak for me again. I don't need saving.
Hadley
Look, Archer, I -
Archer
You may think you did me a favor, but you did the exact opposite. Just stay out of my business.
ARCHER shoves his book in his bag and quickly exits the cafeteria.
FADE IN
EXT. HIGH SCHOOL - day
It's a miserable day in November. The weather is dark and stormy. Rain can be heard drumming the floor. Students hurry across the courtyard with hoods and umbrellas, heads down.
Push in towards a second story window. Through it, we catch a glimpse of HADLEY JAMISON, 17, a friendly and outgoing girl. Her chin is resting on her hand as she stares out at the storm, lost in thought. Her gaze follows raindrops racing down the glass.
The sound of the rain is replaced by the muffled chatter of students
int. CLASSROOM - CONTINUOUS
The room buzzes with noise. Students are scattered at their desks, laughing, tossing crumpled paper across the room.
Beside Hadley sits her best friend TAYLOR LEWIS, 17, a bubbly and talkative girl, who is mid-conversation before she notices Hadley's silence.
TAYLOR
(Nudges Hadley's shoulder) Hadley, are you even listening to me?
Hadley's gaze turns to Taylor.
Hadley
Huh? Oh, sorry Taylor. What was you saying?
Taylor eyes her.
TAYLOR
(Concerned) Are you okay? You've been zoning out all morning.
Hadley steers her gaze back towards the window.
HADLEY
Sighs) I don't know. I just feel...off today, I guess.
Taylor
Is it about the test? You really have nothing to worry about. You're, like, the only one that stays awake in Mrs Anderson's class.
Hadley
(Laughs) Yeah, I guess you're right.
Hadley looks around the class.
Hadley
Speaking of, where is she? She's never late.
The door swings open.
MRS ANDERSON, a teacher in her mid 40s, wet from the rain, scurries through the door holding a stack of books. A coffee stain is on the front of her sweater. Her expression is distressed, her eyes red-rimmed and swollen.
She drops the stack of books on her desk with a slam. The room immediately quiets.
Mrs Anderson
(Softly) Sorry I'm late class, sorry...
Mrs Anderson scrubs the stain on her sweater with a napkin.
Mrs anderson
(Straightens glasses) Something terrible has happened.
Mrs Anderson takes a breath, steadying herself. She uses the napkin to wipe away a tear on her cheek.
Mrs anderson
I...I'm afraid that your classmate, Archer Morales, took his own life last night.
A ripple of gasps fill the room, the students exchange uneasy glances. The room is silent, only the distant hum of rain is heard.
Hadley freezes, her breath caught in her throat.
tAYLOR
(Whispering to Hadley) Who's Archer Morales again?
Hadley
(Turns to her)
You're kidding, right? He sits at the back. Quiet guy, dark hair. He...he works at that small cafe. Cafe Rosa.
Taylor
Oh. Yeah. I remember now. That's really sad.
Mrs anderson
(Voice fading)
All students are invited to attend his funeral...
The rain grows louder, drowning the sound of Mrs Anderson's voice. It pounds against the window like a heartbeat.
Hadley numbly stares out the window, her reflection faded by the rain.
PRE-LAP: A car engine rumbles - continuous
CUT TO:
EXT. CHURCH - EVENING
The sky is gloomy. It's not raining, but the ground it slick and shiny with puddles. A yellow New York taxi is parked outside. The door slams shut, and the taxi pulls away - revealing Hadley standing motionless in a black dress and black coat.
She looks up at the building. She fiddles with the buttons on her coat. She takes a deep breath and exhales before stepping toward the church doors.
Int. church - coNTINUOUS
Dim light glows through the stained glass windows. Candles and flowers decorate the aisle. A framed photograph of Archer rests at the altar, surrounded by white flowers. The funeral is not busy, only a small handful of people are present.
A grieving woman can be seen at the front, sobbing into a man's shoulder.
Hadley fiddles with the buttons of her coat and hesitantly moves forward. She slides into an empty bench at the back where she sits alone. She takes off her coat and lays it beside her.
The Priest begins to speak at the front. Hadley presses her lips tight and drifts her gaze to Archer's photo - his smile frozen in time. A tear escapes. She sniffs and wipes it away quickly. She is too detached to notice a mysterious slender figure dressed in all black with a leather jacket slowly creeping closer behind her.
She snaps back to focus when the bench creaks as the figure sits next to her. She looks around at all the empty seats around her. She uncomfortably shifts further down the bench.
Hadley stares wide eyed at his unusual appearance. His skin pale as snow, black sunken eyes and hollow cheekbones, as if he had never eaten a scrap of food in his life.
Mysterious man
It's a shame, isn't it? No one noticed his pain.
Hadley
(Whispers) Excuse me?
mysterIOUS MAN
Archer Morales. A pure soul that suffered so much that he ended his own life. Such a shame.
Hadley's alarmed gaze darts around the room, however no one else seems to notice him.
Hadley
Um...I don't want any trouble so please -
MYSTERIOUS MAn
(Chuckles) Oh, I'm not here to bring you any trouble, Hadley Jamison.
HADLEY
(Gasps) How...how do you-
MysterIOUS MAn
Know your name? I know a lot of things, Hadley Jamison. It's kinda part of the job description.
You wish things could have been different for him. You wish you could have done something to help him, even though you didn't even know him. Yet...here you are.
Hadley looks back to Archer's photo. She blinks back tears.
Hadley
(Sniffs) He didn't deserve this.
MystERIOUS MAN
Oh, believe me Hadley Jamison, I know that better than anyone. It's not fair when a person is taken before their time is up.
Hadley
Who even are you?
mysterious man
I'm known by lots of names, actually. The Grim Reaper. The angel Azreal. Mephistopheles. But for simplicity's sake, you can just call me Death.
Hadley
(crosses arms)...Is this some kind of joke to you?Do you think it's funny that one of my classmates killed himself?
Death
Oh, I believe this to be a very serious matter, Hadley.
Death rises his hand and snaps his fingers. The echo bounces around the church. The room falls deathly silent. Hadley looks around. To her disbelief, every last person was frozen in the middle of whatever they were doing. The grieving woman with her nose buried in a tissue, a little girl sat next to her with her finger stuck up her nose, the priest at the altar with an open bible in his hands.
Hadley rises to her feet, looking around the room with wide eyes.
Hadley
...what...h-how?
Death
You have surprised me, Hadley Jamison. I thought you would have taken off running and screaming by now.
Hadley
(Frantically grabs coat)
Give me another second and I will be.
Death
(Grabs Hadley's wrist tightly)
Believe me, Hadley. I think you will be very interested in what I have to say. You and I both know I will grab you by your hair and drag you back if you try to make a run for it. Now, would you mind calmly sitting down so we can have a little chat about Archer Morales?
Hadley audibly gulps. She stares at Death and hesitantly lowers herself back into her seat.
Death
Listen closely, Hadley, because I am only going to say this once. I am going to offer you the chance to go back in time twenty-seven days to prevent Archer Morales from ending his life.
Hadley
Sorry, what did you just say?
Death
I told you I was only going to say it once.
Hadley
Why should I trust a word you say?
Death
(shrugs)
Just a leap of faith
Death reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a contract and a pen.
Death
The gift of life is valuable, something to be treasured.
And it's a travesty when a soul is taken away when it didn't need to be. Archer will never get to graduate high school or go to college. Meet the love of his life, get married, travel the world, grow old and grey.
Death leans closer.
Death
So, tell me, Hadley Jamison. If you had the chance to go back and prevent something bad from happening...would you do it?
Death holds the pen and contract out in front of her. She stares down at with a hard gaze.
Hadley
(sighs)
Okay. I'll...I'll do it.
Hadley takes the contract and the pen.
Hadley
My father is a lawyer, you know. I'm not stupid enough to sign my name away on the dotted line without knowing what the catch is.
Death
(Chuckles)
Smart girl, but there is no catch. But I will say the longer you drag this out, the harder it will be to send you back in time. Archer's already been dead two days.
Hadley thoughtfully stares at the paper before scribbling her name. She shoves the papers towards Death.
Hadley
Now what's supposed to happen? And why do I only have twenty-seven days?
Death
Twenty-seven days is the amount of time it took Archer to make the decision to end his life.
Death shoves the contract back into his jacket pocket.
Death
Though I should warn you, this is not going to be easy. There are things in this world that have a...set order. And there are...things that don't like it when that order is disrupted.
Hadley
What? What do you mean?
DEath
I've already said too much. I wouldn't worry your pretty little head about it. Good luck, kid.
Death rises his hand.
Hadley
Wait -
Death snaps his fingers. The snap echoes through the room and everything goes black.
Fade into:
INT. Cafe rosa - EVENING
The cafe is quietly settled after a busy day. Chairs are stacked upside down on tables. Only the soft glow of street lamps outside illuminates the space. A clock ticks loudly on the wall. The place is empty of customers - save for a single remaining customer. Hadley is slumped over a small corner table, books and papers scattered around her sleeping body. A figure looms over her sleeping body, arms crossed over their chest.
ARCHER
Hey, come on, you need to wake up... HEY!
Hadley lets out a squeak of shock and sits bolted upright. A piece of paper is stuck to her cheek. She looks around frantically.
Hadley
(peels paper from cheek)
Huh? What?
ARCHER
We're closed. You need to leave.
Hadley finally looks up. ARCHER MORALES, 17, a cold and introverted boy, is the imposing figure leaning over her. He glares down at her with an annoyed frown. Hadley's jaw drops. Lost for words, she stares up at him wide-eyed and confused.
Archer
(waves hand in front of her face)
Helloooo? I said you need to leave.
Hadley
(points at Archer)
You! What are you doing here?
Archer
Um...I work here?
Hadley
(softly) I must be dreaming. I'm dreaming, and when I wake up, I'll just be back in my bedroom.
Hadley pinches her skin.
Archer
(flatly)
...Did you just pinch yourself?
Hadley
Yes.
Archer
Jesus. I figured you were a bit weird, Hadley, but not this weird.
Hadley
You know my name?
Archer
You're Hadley Jamison, daughter of that hotshot lawyer. We have English class together. You brown-nose every teacher at that hell of a school.
Hadley
Well, I guess I just - Hang on, I don't brown nose anyone!
Archer
Whatever. Just pack up your things. It's past closing time and I'd like to get home this year.
Hadley
Right, yeah. I'm sorry. I must've fallen asleep while studying.
Hadley quickly gathers her belongings and shoves them into her bag. She watches Archer in silence as he wipes a damp cloth over the surface of the table.
Hadley
So...how have you been?
Archer
You don't need to make small talk to fill the silence, Hadley.
Archer lifts the chair and stacks it on top of the table. Hadley follows him as he briskly walks to the counter.
Hadley
I know, but it's been a while since I've seen you. I want to talk to you.
Archer tosses the damp cloth into the sink and turns toward Hadley, his eyebrow raised.
Archer
You. Want to talk to me.
Hadley
Yes. We should catch up.
Archer
Because girls like you so often want to talk to guys like me.
Archer swiftly walks past her toward the door. Hadley hurries after him. She catches the door before it could swing shut on her face as he strolls outside.
EXT. Outside Cafe Rosa
Hadley
What do you mean, girls like me?
Archer pulls out a set of jingling keys and locks the door, his head low.
Archer
Rich girls who don't know a thing about anything.
Hadley
Hey! You don't even know me!
Archer
Don't need to.
Archer slips the keys into his pocket and walks away down the sidewalk.
Hadley
Bye then!
Hadley lets out a frustrated sigh and bitterly watches Archer walk away and disappear from sight within seconds.
Hadley
(mutters to herself) Unbelievable.
She turns to walk in the opposite direction. Her footsteps fall into a stiff rhythm as she heads down the block, every exhale fogging in the cold air. She tightly holds the strap of her bag. She stares ahead of her, lost in thought. Cars rush past, splashing streaks of water along the curb. Hadley stops at a cross walk and waits for the light to change.
Hadley suddenly clutches her wrist and lets out a hiss of pain. She rolls up her sleeve. The number 27 is etched on the skin of her wrist, as if burned beneath the surface. Hadley gasps and stares at it for a few moments, visibly shaken.
HADLEY
(whispers) What...?
She lightly brushes her fingertips over her skin. She licks her thumb and rubs the numbers in an attempt to erase them, but fails.
Hadley
That's just sick.
The light at the cross walk changes. Hadley looks up. She pulls her sleeve back down and takes a deep breath before briskly crossing the road.
high school cafeteria - lunchtime
The cafeteria buzzes with overlapping noise - chairs scraping against the floor, voices colliding, trays clattering. A line of students snake toward the serving counter.
Hadley stands at the top of the steps, tray in hand with a plate of cheesy french fries balanced on it. Her eyes scan the room, searching for a certain someone.
She lets out a squeak of excitement when she finally spots him. ARCHER is sitting alone in the back of the cafeteria at a small table, an open book in front of him. She urges toward him, but stops when a voice calls her name.
Taylor
Hadley! Hadley, over here!
HADLEY looks over her shoulder. TAYLOR is sat at a table of girls. She pats the empty seat next to her. Hadley's eyes drift back to Archer, then down to the numbers etched on her wrist, which now read the number 25. Her breath catches. She looks back to Taylor with a small smile.
Hadley
I'll catch up with you guys later, okay?
HADLEY maneuvers her way through the tables toward Archer's. Taylor watches after her, a confused look on her face.
Hadley drops her tray on Archer's table and sits opposite him. Archer stares at her from over his book. The surprised expression on Archer's face quickly turns to an annoyed one.
Archer
(mutters) You again.
Hadley casually leans back in her seat and pops a french fry in her mouth, as though this was an everyday occurrence.
Archer
What are you doing?
Hadley
Eating lunch. What does it look like?
Archer
What do you want?
HADLEY
I think we got off on the wrong foot the other day. I wanted to introduce myself properly.
Hadley holds out her hand for him to shake.
Hadley
I'm Hadley Jamison.
Archer stares at her hand and rolls his eyes.
Archer
I already know who you are, Hadley.
Hadley
Right. I- well, I think it would be nice for us to get to know each other a bit and -
Archer
(interrupting) Why?
Hadley
Why what?
Archer
You've never spoken to me before. Why do you even care?
Hadley
Because...because I...well, nobody should be alone. Everyone needs a friend, right?
Archer
Look, just because I'm-
Ty
Well, what do we have here?
Archer and Hadley both turn toward the voice.
TY RITTER, 17, a big and brawny jock with gelled hair and an arrogant smirk leans over the table.
Ty
Archer Morales finally got himself a girlfriend.
Archer
(crosses arms) Can I help you?
Ty leans over Hadley and steals one of her fries. She looks at him in disgust.
Ty
I have to hand it to you, Morales. She's not exactly in your league, bro.
Hadley
(to Ty) Is there a reason why you're here or do you get some kick out of being annoying?
Ty
I just wanted to give you some advice, since I'm such a nice guy and all.
Hadley
And what's that?
TY
Have you not heard? Everyone's been talking about it.
Ty leans closer.
tY
His freaky old man's in prison for murder. We all think he'll wind up there one day too. I'd keep my distance if I were you.
Hadley looks back to Archer. His eyes are locked on the table, his jaw clenched.
ty
The apple never falls far from the tree. Does it, Morales -
Hadley
Shut up! Can't you just leave him alone? Seriously!
Ty stares down at Hadley, wide eyed. Hadley sits there, flushed with colour and short of breath.
Ty
Just think about it. The guy's a freak.
TY slams his hand on the table, leaning down toward Archer.
Ty
I'll see you later when your little girlfriend isn't here to stand up for you.
TY walks away.
Hadley
...Are you okay?
Archer
Don't ever speak for me again. I don't need saving.
Hadley
Look, Archer, I -
Archer
You may think you did me a favor, but you did the exact opposite. Just stay out of my business.
ARCHER shoves his book in his bag and quickly exits the cafeteria.
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