I'm really glad that BZP is back up again. I actually became a premier member several weeks ago, at the start of 2007, from a Short Stories Contest (I highly recommend all who read it to compete in the next one, because it's definitely worth it), but I haven't blogged until now.

Anyway, I've been at a camp since mid-July. It started on the 14th, and will end this Friday. The camp is called CSSSA or Innerspark, and is 4 weeks long. At first I was reluctant to go because I didn't really know much about that camp. Also, getting in was VERY hard. Needless to say, I fell in love with it. Now, at the last few days, I wish the camp could've been for the entire summer. Shows how wrong first impressions can be.

Anyway, I took a major in Creative Writing. We've been writing poetry, short stories, screenplays...I thought I'd share one of my screenplays with all of you BZP-ers. Please read and enjoy, and feel free to put your comments. I present...Do You Remember, by me.

Do You Remember

(Scene opens on a parking lot in the front of a college campus, with several students putting their luggage in the trunks of cars and exchanging farewells. Cadwalader and Diamantina stand outside Diamantina’s car. Diamantina’s luggage has been completely packed, and the doors are open. The sky is mostly cloudless, with one lone cloud drifting across the blue sky, and the sun’s rays glance upon everyone in the parking lot)

DIAMANTINA:

So, um, I guess this is it.

CADWALADER:

Yep.

(awkward pause)

I’m gonna miss you.

DIAMANTINA:

Me too. I’ll miss you too.

(pause)

Well, um, I have to go.

CADWALADER:

Right.

DIAMANTINA:

Be sure to write.

CADWALADER:

Yeah.

(pause)

Speaking of writing, do you remember that time when we switched all the chairs around so Zebediah wouldn’t get a seat?

DIAMANTINA:

Yeah.

CADWALADER:

And that time where Eduardo did ten belly flops at the pool party?

DIAMANTINA:

Vividly.

(pause)

I’ve got to go.

CADWALADER:

And that tragedy that Florianne wrote that was such a success? Rise and Shine, Firefly?

DIAMANTINA:

Years from now I’ll remember that the most.

CADWALADER:

And, uh—

DIAMANTINA:

Listen, I really have to go. I can’t miss my flight to Portugal.

CADWALADER:

-and the dance! Remember the last dance night, when we danced together to the slow song? I could feel your heart beating against mine. Diamantina—

DIAMANTINA:

I’ll never forget that night, Cad. You know I won’t.

CADWALADER:

Yes, I know…

(uncomfortable pause)

Remember that time when—

DIAMANTINA:

Listen, do you want me to be late? I’ll be stuck here.

CADWALADER:

Sorry.

DIAMANTINA:

No, don’t apologize.

(pause)

Thank you for all you’ve done for me, Cad. I hope I’ll see you again.

CADWALADER:

I hope so too. But we both know that won’t happen.

DIAMANTINA:

Don’t be silly, of course it will. Wales isn’t so far from Portugal after all.

CADWALADER:

You’re right.

DIAMANTINA:

Goodbye.

(pulls Cadwalader close in a hug; after a minute, they release each other)

Thank you for so much, Cad.

(Gets in the car, turns on the engine, and begins to pull out)

CADWALADER:

Wait!

DIAMANTINA:

(Diamantina stops the car and looks out the window)

Yes?

CADWALADER:

I l—See you around.

DIAMANTINA:

See you.

(pulls out and drives away; Cadwalader is left alone with his luggage in the now empty parking lot. The lone cloud drifts over and blocks out the sun)

Scene.

So, yeah, please leave your comments and critiques here.