Scene 2 opens with Carrie eating breakfast at a table by herself
Carrie: *plays with her cereal with her spoon as she sighs sadly*
Fernando: *approaches Carrie and sits down across from her* You don’t look too good. Did you sleep alright?
Carrie: *shrugs* Not really.
Fernando: Still feeling lonely?
Carrie: Well, not as much as yesterday.
Fernando: At least you’re making progress.
Carrie: Yeah… I guess.
Fernando: You shouldn’t let that get you down. You’ve got all week to have fun and stuff, and wallowing in your emotions is gonna take that time away from you.
Carrie: It’s a good thing time is going by slow then.
Fernando: You should make the most of it like everyone else is. And if you don’t wanna do stuff alone, I mean, I could do some stuff with you.
Carrie: Are… are you being serious?
Fernando: Well… yeah. I am.
Carrie: Oh, well, that’s nice of you.
Fernando: Eh, it’s nothing, really. I just hate seeing people upset.
Carrie: Yeah, I don’t blame you. I hate feeling upset.
Fernando: No one does, really.
Carrie: *shrugs* By the way, do you know what we’re supposed to be doing today?
Fernando: I thought Mr. Sylus was going to have us going on a hike or something.
Carrie: *brightens up suddenly* A hike?!
Fernando: *gives Carrie a confused look* Well… yeah. How come?
Carrie: I haven’t been on a hike in over a decade! My parents have been too “busy” with their fucking business.
Fernando: Geez, I’m sorry. But at least you’ll probably have fun, right?
Carrie: If hiking is involved, I’m bound to have fun!
Fernando: That’s great!
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Tristan: I still can’t believe Carrie went and told on me like a little wuss.
Ms. Nancy: Well, you shouldn’t have been harassing her in the first place or you wouldn’t be here right now.
Tristan: Whatever. I wasn’t harassing her, she was harassing me!
Ms. Nancy: She wasn’t provoking you just to get attention though, was she?
Tristan: *sighs angrily* No, she wasn’t.
Ms. Nancy: Besides, the hiking trail wasn’t very far from the campgrounds and everyone wasn’t staying out for long.
Tristan: Why the hell did I have to stay in here for so long?
Ms. Nancy: You were only in here for about an hour, not including the dinner time.
Tristan: When can I go?
Ms. Nancy: *looks down at her watch* You’re free to go now. Make sure you get yourself ready for bed properly this time.
Tristan: *sighs* I will. *walks out of Ms. Nancy’s office*
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(a thud sound is heard outside of Tristan’s room)
Tristan: *wakes up, rubs his eyes and gets out of bed* I swear if it’s that kid from that Boy Scout Singing Club… *grabs his phone and puts it in his pocket* Might as well. *quietly walks out of his room and into the bathroom, pulls his pants down, sits on the toilet* Alrighty, what have we got today… *pulls out his phone, but sees that there’s no cell service* You’ve gotta be kidding me. *puts his phone back in his pocket, stands up, pulls up his pants, and walks towards the bathroom door*
(A thud is heard from outside the bathroom door)
Tristan: Who the fuck keeps doing that? *opens the door and walks out of the bathroom slowly*
The Understudy: *quickly backhands Tristan across the face with a microphone*
Tristan: *falls to the ground, unconscious, with some blood coming out of his mouth*
The Understudy: *growls* Time for this bird to sing. *grabs Tristan, drags him to the sanctuary and then backstage before throwing him to the ground*
Tristan: *breathes faintly*
(The Understudy’s Undermining starts playing)
The Understudy: Just when you thought no one was around! That’s when you turned your back on me and when you heard the sound of me on the ground, crying! Now it is my turn just to show you how it feels to be betrayed! You’ll be lucky, you’re not in a grave below! You must know the feeling of dismay! I now shall get my revenge on you for what you did to me! My past is what I’m gonna avenge by taking care of everybody!
(The Understudy’s Undermining stops playing)
Tristan: *wakes up slowly and starts breathing quickly as he frantically looks around as he doesn’t know where he’s at*
The Understudy: Remember me, Tristan?!
Tristan: *looks at the Understudy* Who the fuck are you?! What did you do to me?! Where the hell am I?!
The Understudy: Shut up! I asked you a question! *pauses* Do… you… remember… me?
Tristan: No, I-
The Understudy: Of course you don’t! Who could remember me?! You obviously couldn’t remember someone who was always alone, someone who never had anyone to talk to, a fucking reject! *backhands Tristan across the face, knocking a few teeth out*
Tristan: *cries out in pain and spits blood*
The Understudy: And of course, I could never forget about you. The fucking pain you caused me. We went to elementary school together. You had a silver spoon, and I… I had nothing!
Tristan: What the fuck are you talking about?! *coughs* Silver spoon?! My dad got kicked out of the friggin force because he failed his last drug test. And my mom… she’s a friggin hooker!
The Understudy: You expect me to feel sorry for you? For something that didn’t come to light until recently?!
Tristan: How the fuck would you know?!
The Understudy: I knew your parents, you bastard! Your mother didn’t become a friggin hooker until last year and your dad failed the drug test a few months ago!
Tristan: How… how did you know that?
The Understudy: I’m sick and tired of listening to you! *grabs a rope, walks behind Tristan, puts the rope over Tristan’s eyes, holds him down and starts quickly pulling the rope vigorously across Tristan’s eyes*
Tristan: *cries out in pain and winces as he struggles*
The Understudy: *continues pulling the rope*
Tristan: *shouts angrily, rolls his body around and kicks The Understudy backward*
The Understudy: *falls on his back*
Tristan: *quickly gets to his feet*
The Understudy: *gets to his feet*
Tristan: *throws a punch at The Understudy*
The Understudy: *dodges Tristan’s fist, grabs a microphone stand, and hits him across the face*
Tristan: *gasps in pain, grabs his head, and drops to his knees*
The Understudy: Maybe you don’t remember me, but I’ll make sure everyone else does! *violently hits Tristan in the head with the microphone stand*
Tristan: *falls over, dead*
The Understudy: *pants heavily and throws the microphone stand aside*
Scene 2 ends
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