script

We see a house with a long garden path with the gate in the foreground. Jules steps forward and we see her from the hips down as she pauses to look up at the house. There is silence until she sighs and places her hand firmly on the gate to open it.

Cue party music

Jules-(voice over)­-shot walking around party pausing and zooming into people’s smiles- as a teenager in the 21^st century I’m often presented with sets of rules I have to follow. As an awkward teenager, I often follow these rules, bar one night. I’m not a people person and human interaction really isn’t my thing, so ‘that night’ was always going to be disastrous­­.-cut to webcam shot, cue end of party music and start of riff 1- But I guess I kind of had a hand in it too. (pause) Anyway I’m Jules, I’m 17 and I probably hate you, unless you’re the curly haired -cut to shot of rob hair tucking- tall mysterious life ruiner who occupies my mind 98% of the time with his hands - cut to shot of Rob hands then to shot of eyes and smile-  and his eyes and his everything. -cut to webcam shot- (mutter) asshole. I don’t even. -sigh-  How can anyone be so perfect, really? - cut to shot of Rob laughing- anyway, I come online to vent to all of you people who take the time to listen, so thanks. This is the story of my never ending night, please take note. Because, THIS –cut to photos shot w/camera shutter sfx +flashes, back to webcam- this ­­–cut to crying shot back to webcam- this –cut to burning photos shot back to webcam- THIS –cut to Rob catching Jules shoulder and back to webcam-  is NOT all part, of growing up.