Four girls meet before school and decide to cut class.
|Cindy: I need a cigarette.
Rita: Oh God, me too.
Cindy: What do you have?
Ruth: Study Hall.
Cindy: I have history.
Ruth: I need coffee.
Cindy: Me too.
Rita: I hate Spanish. Especially first thing in the morning.
Cindy: So let’s go.
Rita: Let’s wait for Nina.
Cindy: Don’t you guys ride together?
Rita: When I see her. She must be late today. She gets on before me.
Ruth: So you think she’s coming?
Cindy: What happened? You look…
Rita: I’m okay.
Cindy: I know, but you look…
Rita: It’s just my house. You know.
Ruth: What about it?
Rita: You know, my father. He drives me crazy.
Cindy: So what happened?
Rita: Well, it started a couple of days ago. I was late from school, so I went up to my room and put my books down and came right downstairs. And he hit me.
Cindy: He hit you? Your father?
Rita: Yeah. He slapped me right across the face. Hard.
Ruth: I can’t believe your house.
Rita: So I said, “What was that for?”
Cindy: What did he say?
Rita: He said “That was for not saying hello when you came in.” So then yesterday, when I got home, I walked in and said really loud, “Hello Daddy.” and then I went upstairs and put my books in my room, and when I came downstairs again, he hit me.
Ruth: I can’t believe your house. I have said this before…
Cindy: But why did he hit you again?
Rita: That’s what I said, “Why did you hit me?” And he said it was because he didn’t like my tone of voice when I said it.
Cindy: You’re kidding! He really said that?
Ruth: I couldn’t live in your house.
Cindy: That’s horrible.
Ruth: Your family is crazy.
Rita: I know.
Rita: I know.
Ruth: I don’t think you realize how crazy that is.
Cindy: Don’t be mean, Ruth.
Ruth: I’m not. I just don’t think she does.
Cindy: Just don’t. It’s not her fault.
Ruth: I know, but it’s just so…
Cindy: I know, but don’t.
Ruth: Okay, okay.
Rita: I hate going home.
Cindy: Look here comes Nina.
Nina: Hey. What’s goin’ on? Uh-oh, what happened? Okay, somebody tell me what happened.
Cindy: It’s just her father again.
Nina: Oh that. Yeah, I know. It sucks at her house.
Cindy: He hit her again.
Nina: That son-of-a-bitch. Somebody ought to hit him.
Ruth: It’s too weird.
Nina: Okay, now don’t start that.
Ruth: Alright, alright. I’m just saying…
Nina: Yeah, we know. So what are we doin’?
Cindy: Cutting. What do you have?
Nina: Home Ec. I’ll make you coffee. Come on.
Cindy: Very funny. Are you coming with us?
Nina. No. I’m going to class. We’re making muffins this morning. I’ll bring you some.
Cindy: Deal. See you later.
Ruth: So we’re going?
Rita: Yeah, we’re going.
Cindy: Okay, let’s go.