Name: Delaney

Teacher: Mr. Martin, 8th grade english teacher

Year Completed: 2001

Assignment Commentary: I wrote a play for a creative writing assignment in 8th grade. My play is about a girl (Granny) who is just out of rehab, and she is now trying to turn her life around.

A Play By Delaney

Characters:
Granny
King
Cop 1
Cop 2
Dealer
Regular
Waitress

Setting: A street

(Granny walks on, turns right)

Granny(in head): Shit! I hated rehab. Bug was right. I'm done with dope and all that other crap. I'm goin' to make it this time. I'm quitting' the Gang, dope and all that other crap. I'm through. I should have listened to But before...before, say it - it was your fault, before he was shot by the colors. For helping me, he got me out of all that shit before, but no one's going to help; you now, Granny. Fuck, how long is this block. I never remembered that is was this long before. What you need, Granny is a good cup of coffee. That's right, you go get some coffee, think things over, ya know, turn in you spikes to King, give up your dope to the Dealer, and then try your fuckin' best. Here's you chance now, turn in your spikes to King, he's walkin' up the street. All you got to do is put on your pretty smile and say you're out of the Gang, you're cleaning' up your act. There you go.

(King and Gang walk up to Granny)

King: So how was the “hab”, Granny? "Clean" now?

Granny(shaky): Hey, King. Miss me?

King: Sure, what's up?

Granny: Can we talk without the Gang?

King: Why? - Fine.

Granny: I'm turning in my spikes. I don't want to be part of the Gang or any other. I'm really going to clean up my act. Here.

(Granny holds out spikes to king.)

King: What?! No, you can't. You were so close to becoming royalty. I won't allow it!

Granny(sternly): You can't control my life. Did you hear that - my life! If you're not going to take the spikes, fine. I'm not going to do any more crap!

King(sarcastically): Fine, but you better watch your back. Anyone who got as high as you knows too damn much. You better watch your back because I can
control your life.

Granny: Who do you think I am? I wouldn't tell anyone anything, especially the colors.

(King takes spikes and walks back to gang. Granny stands alone.)

Granny(in head): OK, that went pretty well, just hope to never run into them again. Now I got to find the Dealer before he goes to lunch.

(Granny looks back to where King was, starts to walk again)

Granny(in head): Shit, I'm fucking scared. I just know something is going to happen. This feeling, I know it, I had before rehab, but what is it? Damn. OK, here's the Dealers usual spot by the trash cans in the alley. Is that him? No, it's a regular. (aloud) Hey, where's the dealer?

Regular: Up there, by the no parking sign, but he's about to close for lunch.

Granny: Thanks. Hey, Dealer! Dealer!

Dealer: What? I'm closed for lunch - oh, Granny. How nice to see you. I didn't know it was you. How was rehab?

Granny: Fine, just dandy, you know. I actually am here on business. I'm here to -

Dealer: Say no more. I have you usual here -

Granny: No, Dealer. I'm here to return.

(Dealer looks surprised)

Granny: I'm going to go clean. I know, I know, you don't think I could do it, but I will. I'm doing it for...for Bug. I owe him big time.

Dealer: Granny, Granny, Granny... You can't be doing this. (Granny nods) You're going to be missing our on a lot. Your mother could never have - Shit. I
said to much.

Granny: You knew my mom and never told me. You ass. Here just take it. I never want to see you again, and keep your money I know how precious it is to you.

(Granny throws dope to Dealer, walks out)

Granny(in head): Fuck, he knew my mom and never told me, that ass. Grrr. Now my life is just getting more and more complicated. All I want to do is go get a cup of coffee, but it seems as though I can't without some kind of interruption. Well here we go again. Colors. Damn it.

Cop 2(snickering): Well, look who's out of rehab! You look better without all that shit in you, Granny.

Granny(sarcastic): Why, thank you officer. How nice of you to say that to me after all the shit I've caused for you and your sidekick here.

Cop 2(sarcastic): Why, Granny, that sure is the nicest words out of your mouth. Ain't that right, Joe?

Cop 1: Yep That sure was. Now that you're out of rehab, are you going to stay clean?

Granny: I am going to be clean for the longest time that you could possibly think of.

Cop 2: Good for you. Now where are ya headed?

Granny: To get some coffee. I will be needing something else to keep me awake. Bye officers.

Cop 1 & 2: Bye Granny. See you later.

(Cops walk one direction, Granny another)

Granny(in head): See me later? Why, where, when? Why would they see me later? (slaps her arm) No, ass, it's just another way to say good-by. Don't worry. See the coffee shop just ahead, Damn, what time is it? It's taken you hours to get here. Let's see. You left at noon and now it's way past it. Damn, it took you long, just to walk down the street. Well, let's get some caffeine and get juiced up.

(Granny walks into coffee shop and sits at window seat, waitress comes to Granny's table)

Waitress: What do you want, kid?

Granny: Coffee and milk.

Waitress: That all kid? You could use some muscle between your skin and bones.

Granny: Just the coffee.

Waitress: OK, one cup of joe coming up.

Granny(in head): OK, Granny, today is the first day of your new and improved life. Tomorrow you are going to take out some piercing. How about the eyebrows and some of the ears. You'll look more normal - I guess. But the world will deal with your hair and tattoos and other piercing. OK - you're going to do it.

Waitress: Here's your coffee prepaid and all that.

Granny: Who paid? Tell 'em I don't nee their "service."

Waitress: Honey just accept the coffee, it's free. Someone is trying to be nice to you.

Granny: I don't care if someone is trying to be nice to me, I really don't care. I can't stand this place. I'm leaving.

Waitress: Bye, honey!

(Granny turns and walks out)

Granny(in head): Who would have sent that coffee. How rude of them to do that. Don't they realize that I don't want their help! I don't need their help! Would everyone just fuck off! Shit! I'm at the park! What the hell am I doing here? Crap, I'm all fucked up even without the dope! I don't even think straight now. Why? Why? Shit, it's late. OK, Granny, it'll be really late when you get home, you'll get yelled at, be blamed that you were out doing drugs, and they won't believe anything else.
(Granny goes over to the big oak tree, sits down)

Granny: Maybe you should just spend the night here and say that you spent the night at somebody's house. That'll work. Yes, that'll (yawn) work. Go to sleep, Granny, you need it.

(Later that night)

King: Wake up bitch!

(King kicks Granny)

King: Wake up, I said!

Granny: What the hell? Shit, King, what was that all about?

King: You can't quit. You know too much.

Granny: I don't know shit! Crap, I only got to the fourth rank.

King: You know too damn much, now get up!

Granny: No. I don't want to.

King: I said get up.

(King pulls out knife)

Granny: OK, OK.

(Granny stands shaking)

King: Follow me. You're going back to the Dealer and get your dope. Then you're going to be with me and join the Gang, and stay in it.

Granny: What? You can't control my life!

King: I can with a knife.

(King grabs Granny)

Granny: Let me go!

King: No, bitch. You're mine! I'll never let you go, you'll be with me until the day you die. Now walk!

Cop 1: Let her go King.

King(sarcastically): Oh, it's the colors. AHHH. Help! Help! (angry) Who the hell do you colors think you are? I have a knife to her, and my gangs
surrounding the park.

Cop 2: Actually, we picked up all your guys, have the place surrounded by "colors," as you call us.

King: Ah, I see. You want me to think that you have the upper hand, but you don't see - I have the knife to the girl, and you don't know what I'm going to do. An you can't shoot me because you'd get in a whole lot of shit.

Granny: Damn it, King, just let me go, their going to get you no matter what you do.

King: Granny, Granny, Granny you think that I'll let you go. You stupid girl, why would I do that? They would never get me.

Granny: Shut up King. God damn it, you're going to get caught tonight for a whole lot of shit. I am going to go free and live a clean, long life -

(King stabs Granny, Granny falls, Cop 1 shoots King, King falls, Cop 2 takes both paulses [dead])

Cop 2: Crap.