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CALIFORNIA STATE UNIVERSITY, NORTHRIDGE BABY FAT A graduate project submitted in partial fulfillment of the requirements for the degree of Master of Fine Arts in Screenwriting By Nichol Simmons May 2017 Copyright by Nichol Simmons 2017 ii The graduate project of Nichol Simmons is approved: ___________________________________________ _____________________ Professor Jared Rappaport Date ___________________________________________ _____________________ Professor Jonathan Stahl Date ___________________________________________ _____________________ Professor Scott Sturgeon, Chair Date California State University, Northridge iii DEDICATION To my amazing, supportive husband Charles, who puts up with so much and who I still can't believe hasn't smothered me in my sleep. Thanks, Steve. And to my mother, Sandi, who has inspired me by example throughout my entire life. iv TABLE OF CONTENTS Copyright Page ii Signature Page iii Dedication iv Abstract vi Baby Fat 1 v ABSTRACT BABY FAT By Nichol Simmons Master of Fine Arts in Screenwriting As her unconventional family is falling apart, a bullied middle-schooler looking for love finds herself in the arms of her tormentor. vi BABY FAT FADE IN: As the OPENING TITLES begin, we take a tour through the kind of small town that seems impossible in the age of internet celebrities and self-driving cars -- but here we are. It’s MAGIC HOUR and the streets are mostly deserted as BEAVER VALLEY, OHIO greets another day. As we journey through town, we pass an assortment of local shops with names like “Yarn ‘n Things” and “The Book Nook.” Some storefronts are empty. At “Kristi’s Koffee”, KRISTI gets the outdoor tables ready for the first customers of the day. In the center of the TOWN SQUARE, the COURTHOUSE CLOCK BONGS out the time as vendors set up their tents and arrange their wares on the lawn for the day’s Farmer’s Market. Each BONG can be heard throughout town. BONG! BONG! Two CITY WORKERS tend a NEIGHBORHOOD PARK. One mows the grass, the other tends the colorful flowers that surround a picture-perfect gazebo. BONG! BEAVER VALLEY CHARTER MIDDLE SCHOOL stands quiet and empty. The only sign of activity is the digital marquee out front where a digital racquet hits a digital tennis ball and says “Go Lady Beavers!” BONG! A NEWSPAPER DELIVERY WOMAN drives down a residential street full of tightly packed two-story shotgun-style houses that have seen better days. Random boarded- up houses and the crappy cars on the street belie the Mayberry-esque facade just a few streets away. We follow as the Delivery Woman tosses papers into the weed patches that pass for lawns. But as she passes by the CAHILL HOUSE (they’re not newspaper readers), we stop. Their house looks tired, and shows little sign that anyone lives there. END CREDITS CUT TO: INT. BOBBI’S HOUSE - BATHROOM - DAY BOBBI CAHILL, 14, her rounded belly and shiny skin evidence that her awkward years aren’t going away any time soon, stands over a bathroom scale wearing only an oversized t- shirt and flowered underpants. 1 She moves her foot to get on the scale as though she’s about to step on a bear trap. Nope, too scary. She backs off. She lifts her t-shirt, contemplates her chubby midsection in the mirror, then sucks her stomach in with all her might. Finally she gives up and shoves the scale under a posterboard hanging on the wall. A weight loss chart is hand-lettered on the posterboard. It’s titled “Small Steps, Big Changes” and tracks “Mom’s” weight loss. Gold stars mark successful weight loss milestones. Bobbi gives the chart the finger on her way out the door. INT. BOBBI’S HOUSE - LIVING/DINING ROOM - DAY Bobbi comes down the stairs wearing a Beaver Valley Charter School button-up shirt that strains against her chest, and shorts that are too tight across her belly. Bobbi’s mom, CARLA, 33, her janitor’s uniform topped off with a carefully cultivated hairstyle that would be at home in an 80’s yearbook, sits at the dining room table drinking a diet shake and reading Cosmo magazine. CARLA Did you weigh in? Bobbi ignores her and lifts the lid off a plate containing a gelatinous scrambled egg and a peach half. CARLA (CONT’D) I’m talking to you. BOBBI Oh my god - yes! CARLA Don’t get pissy with me. I’m just trying to help you. Things get out of control when you don’t pay attention. Bobbi shoves some egg into her mouth and pulls the magazine toward her, ignoring her. Carla picks up her trash and goes into the kitchen. 2 The magazine cover screams “Beach Ready Abs in just minutes a day!” Bobbi makes a fart face and shoves the magazine away. Carla comes out of the kitchen and hands Bobbi her lunch bag. Bobbi gets up and grabs her backpack. Her blouse pops open across her boobs when she stands up. BOBBI I need bigger clothes. Please. Carla re-buttons Bobbi’s shirt. CARLA It’s not that bad. Can’t waste money on new clothes when school’s almost over. You’re not careful, we’d just be buying more at the end of the summer. She puts her hands on either side of Bobbi’s face and sighs. CARLA (CONT'D) Someday you’ll be beautiful. BOBBI You have lipstick in your teeth. Carla covers her mouth and rushes to the mirror. Bobbi smiles and heads out the door. INT. MIDDLE SCHOOL HALLWAY- DAY The bell rings as Bobbi comes down the hall. She puts her lunch bag down on a cart outside her classroom where other lunch bags are already lined up. She opens a couple of other kids’ lunches and when she finds some Little Debbie Swiss Cake Rolls, she slides them into her backpack. She pulls a baggy sweatshirt over her head before she goes into the classroom. INT. CLASSROOM - DAY Bobbi sits at her desk, hunched over an open folder in which she’s sketched a boy and a girl holding hands and gazing at each other. Hearts surround them like clouds. 3 A group of kids is clustered at the desk next to hers watching MARK BRINGHURST, the kind of guy who’s always the ringleader, furiously scrub an eraser back and forth across the top of his hand. It’s a game of chicken to see who can rub off the deepest patch of skin with the eraser - blood sport at its finest. He checks to make sure that the tomboyish girl sitting across from him, TARA, is watching and then notices that his sidekick, RONNIE, a weaselly kid with buck teeth, is also staring at Tara. MARK Ronnie - you’re supposed to watch out for Roselli. RONNIE Sorry, man. Mark stops erasing with a flourish. Tara rolls her eyes. TARA That’s it? You’re not even bleeding. Shit, I did this just ‘cause I was bored. She shows the scab that has formed on the back of her hand. MARK Aw fuck you, Tara. TARA When and where? Bobbi stops drawing - will Mark rise to the challenge? MARK How about here and now? TARA You wish. Mark chuckles and Tara heads to her seat. MISS ROSELLI, a tiny Italian woman with the accent to match, comes in and the other kids take their seats. MISS ROSELLI Take out some papers for a quiz. Much groaning. Mark leans over and punches Bobbi in the arm. MARK Gimme some paper, Blobbi. 4 He makes a grab for her folder. Bobbi slaps her hand over her drawing, slides some paper out and snaps the folder shut. MARK (CONT’D) Thanks, Chubs. Miss Roselli stops writing on the board and turns around. MISS ROSELLI Who is talking?! Everyone looks up innocently. She focuses on Bobbi, who avoids her stare - as good as a confession. MISS ROSELLI (CONT'D) Hey, Boy Crazy! You and the boys are talking again, no? BOBBI No! It wasn’t me. MISS ROSELLI No? Who was it then? Mark scowls at her and shakes his head. Bobbi looks down at her desk. BOBBI It was nobody. MISS ROSELLI Nobody. Well tonight you and Mr. Nobody can write 1000 words on homeostasis. She turns back to the board. Bobbi waits for some gratitude from Mark but he’s got nothing for her. She opens her folder and fiercely scribbles over the drawing of the young lovers until they’re nothing but an inky stain. INT. SCHOOL CAFETERIA - DAY Bobbi sits at a table by herself, her lunch spread out in front of her: celery and carrot sticks, a banana, a few saltines and a piece of cheese. 5 She looks around to make sure nobody is watching, then unwraps the Little Debbies. She crams half a Swiss Cake Roll in her mouth, then ducks her head and covers her mouth with her hand as she chews. A small, pale, dark-haired boy comes up to the table and puts his lunch tray down. This is SEAN, (14) Bobbi’s only friend. SEAN Ugh, look at this garbage. I don’t blame you for packing. Nobody should be forced to eat this. Bobbi quickly swallows the glob of goo in her mouth. BOBBI You can have mine. She pushes her lunch in his direction. He takes the banana and starts peeling it. SEAN You coming over today? Maybe play some Borderlands? BOBBI Don’t know. Roselli gave me extra bullshit work. SEAN That sucks. He takes a bite of the banana and then a balled-up lunch bag hits him in the back of the head.