Monday, November 24, 2014

Bully Me

By Sharon-Kathleen Corner



Bully Me

X is sitting on the floor, playing with toys, perhaps legos building a tower, quiet, minding his own business.   M comes in, off to the side, just watching…then suddenly starts opening and closing fists and stiffening up his body.
M:   Hey!  (x visibly jumps)  What are you doing, pug face?
X:  (hunches in a bit) nothing, just playing.
M:  (walks closer, in a mimicking whining tone) just playing.   Only babies play, so you must be a baby.
X:   I am not a baby.
M: Yes you are, you are baby!  Baby Pug Face!
X:   Am Not!
M:  (goes over and kicks over the tower)  Look, baby, your tower couldn’t stand through an earthquake!
X:  Why did you do that?
M:  I can do whatever I want, I am the big brother.  If I want to kick (kicks legos again, sending them flying) your stupid toys, I can, if I want to push (pushes x down) you down, I can.   I can do what ever I want to you.
X:  No you can’t. 
M:   Yes I can!  (kicks more toys)
X:   STOP!  (Gets up and stands in front of M)  STOP IT!

M:  Whatcha gonna do?  Huh?  (Pushes X)  Gonna beat me up? (Pushes X again).
X:  Stop, please stop.
M: (mimicking) please stop.
X:  Come on, stop.
M:  (Mimicking) come on, stop. (pushes)
Mother:  Guys, what is going on?
M: Oh, here comes mommy to rescue the pug face.  (Quickly leaves, mom comes in from the other side, have Mac leave off the stage, going down the aisle.
Mom comes in, sees X upset.
Mom:  Hey, honey, what’s wrong?
X:  (turns to look at his mom, miserable)
Mom holds her arms out, he runs into them.
Mom:  Honey, what’s the matter?
X:  Why does he hate me?
Mom:  Oh, honey, he doesn’t hate me.
X:  Yes, he does.   He is so mean to me and he picks on me and he hates me.
Mom:  I am sorry, I’m not sure why he is picking on you.   When dad comes home, I will have daddy talk to him, okay?
X:  Won’t stop him, as soon as you guys leave, he picks on me.
Mom: Let’s see what dad can do, okay?
X:  (Pulls away)  It’s not going to help. (X walks off stage (where the drum set is)
Mom:  Lord, help me help Mac.  I know something is wrong, but he won’t talk to me.   X is hurting, and I don’t know how to help him, either.  Lord, help me.  Lord, help them.  Everyone is hurting, and only You can heal us.  Please, Lord.   I need Your help.
(Mom walks off stage, to where you are Jeff)
(heard off stage)
1.       Hey, look who it is!  It’s the teachers pet!
2.      Hey there, suck up to any teachers lately?
3.      We all know you only pass your tests because your such a suck up!
M.  Guys, leave me alone!
4.      Teachers PET!  Hey, do you bark and beg for your grades like dogs beg for a bone? RUFF RUFF!
M.  Get away from me!
        5.  Why, whatcha going to do? 
M.  Stop pushing me!  Leave me alone.
(X Comes on stage and looks out over the audience, like he is looking out the window and sees M being picked on)
1.        What’s the matter?   Teachers pet going to cry?
M:  Get away from me!
2.       I can do what ever I want, what are you going to do to stop me?
M:  Stop pushing me!
3.      Oh, look, teachers pet got pushed down….that’s where you belong, sniffing on the ground.
(lots of mean laughter, then see ya later ruff ruff, etc)
(X has his hands on his face, covering his mouth, shocked.  Then he suddenly pulls hands a way and makes a shocked gasp, realizing his brother was heading back, and runs off the stage – again, where the drums are)
M comes down the aisle and then sits on the top stop of the stage, covering his face, dejected.
After a moment, X comes out, sits next to him, M doesn’t realize he is there.  X leans against his shoulder.
X:  So I am a pug and you are a teachers pet?   You think if we bark, mom might give us some of the cookies she just baked?
M:  (looks at his brother for a moment, and then chuckles, puts his arm around his brother and holds him close)  Ah man, I am sorry, I am so sorry.   I love you.  I really do.
X:  I know, I love you too.
(Hold each other for a moment)
M:  Bet if we show mom we made up, we will get double cookies and milk.
X:  (Grins)  let’s go!
(Both walk off to jeff)

No comments:

Post a Comment