DanielosGeorges

SCENE I : George , Misha

***George has been expelled from zer previous catholic school for growing feelings for a certain boy and nearly getting raped by that very boy . George tried to push him away so as to keep zer place in zer school but when the incident falls in place and George nearly gets raped - he asks for help from the school administration but only gets expelled so as to keep the glorious school name . He tries to explain to zer snob rich parents but they send him off to a middle class boarding school so that he can “heal″***

Misha : (sitting next to George during literature class )To sudden occurrences you fall hopeless , traumatized to a point where you can’t narrate it all , writing poems all day oh good friend !...and songs all night(scoffs)Don’t listen to me - * I probably hear my demons out * you say ,* They also believe the old current every step taken is one closer to home but what happens if you get lost at sea ? *

George : ( breathes in deeply and looks up at Misha with a fainting smile )I know - I’m a demon , but i don’t deserve to be treated like this , YES ! , it was my choice but who gave me the choices in the the first place ... who gives a child a bottle of wine and expects them to take a sip of water instead ?To your thinking , is a boy’s only school a remedy to being queer ?

Misha : (bangs desk so loud as if he’s had a Eureka! )The question was never about who or what is right , never did it concern good nor bad - it was always between spirit and fact ; we face many dangers all in the name of survival , well ... survival aint a mere concept for only the fittest it isn’t a do or don’t situation - one become many and many become one : survival is the bridge - think of it as the gap between chance and bad luck ; a seed was destined to be a tree but it’s fate falls in the hands of the agents of it’s destruction then all that is _ is a matter of chance or bad luck .

George : (crying silently )So i fuc*ed it up ! .... I messed it up ! ... Let’s pretend like it’s all my fault !They took one look at me and all the rumors were then claimed true - is that justice to you ! ... But please prove me wrong : give me a synonym or two that means justice if not inequality disguised as deliverance ... murder disguised as loveNobody saw sense in who i was nor who i presented as ...they all just ignored my feelings - no one looked deeper inside .

SCENE II : Misha , George , Madam Cee(Madam Cee receives an urgent phone call and steps out of the class ... She was the hottest teacher on High-school grounds and she was of the internet generation “GenZ” )

Misha : ( places his hand on Georges in a comforting manner )All men - repulsive ; romantic ;good are just reflections of one shadow _no light but darkness throughout ...what more do you expect from someone that’s always alone*I never expected or else i would have prepared myself * you say but there was nothing left or even there to save ...look around , see the ruins of the life you once called your own ; breathe it in , that’s the smell of rubble and victory that’s not yours ...observe how everything you worked for has gone ablaze - do you still think you can fix it ?I believe that in a city run by ghouls and freaks the only way to survive is to not survive nor to succumb to their treacherous ways : to fit in one must bite the bullet and become the gun , to live long one is forced to live like the reigning majority , to stay sane ; one must forget the world and put oneself first ...that’s goddamn survival at play - basic rules !All men are the same , stop thinking that you can explain your way out of everything like that old 17th century mansplaining poetry , i mean ... we are all people profiting off of other people , watching each other fall and rise , we all deserve love , aren’t i right ?

George : ( withdraws hand )Excuse me , welcome back Madam Cee . I would kill to present a poem i wrote yesterday if that’s alright with you ...

Madam Cee : Go on...

George : ( steps away from zer seat and heads to the front of the class )*THE FORBIDDEN FACT *

The question was never about who was right ,Never did it concern good or bad ...It was always between spirit and fact ,Who got humanity the furthest ,In 17 centuries of rule , how far did religion take humanity ,Besides the slaughter of innocent people in the name of love ,The Salem witch trials : the persecutions : the religious wars ,But in two centuries of rule...look how far science has gotten us ,From grinding albino bones for pixie dust to commanding the sky ,From assassinating native tribes to creating human rights ,From triangular trade to liberty - equality and fraternity ,We leaped from malicious missionary work to social media ,From slaughtering firstborns to worshiping infancy ,I don’t see if you comprehend my point - but ...Religion hasn’t done any more good than harm ,Religion has done more harm than science ever has ,And science has done more good all in eight times less time....$mith...[The rare offensive banned burned scripts - the vault ]

Madam Cee : (after a long dreadful dead silence in the room )Wow thank you George , that was rather shaking to listen to but i guess if you put in a little more emotion and less fact it would have been a masterpiece...(school bell sounds )Ok everybody , let’s call it a day .

SCENE III : Misha , Daniel , George , Stone , Emma , Newbies(That evening , right after class the ‘boys’ go to their dormitories and change , battle their hygiene - those of them that really cared as the others put their strong perfumes at use...they left for class and had night/evening preps (class after 6:00pm) The head of studies then came after the newbies demanding them to go to the the school uniform canteen for fitting in and finalizing their uniforms )

Stone : (leaning against old metallic cabin or as we say clothe-canteen wall )Hey ! ...Sad gloomy eyes and wrinkled smile ! yeah - you who’s standing on your own! ; you’ve got everything you need but it is not what you want - the breeze - the quiet - the fresh new start ...

George : (replies to zer jockative friend )It’s too much ! ... at times it’s not enough - yet i stay grateful ! That tardy , that late , that pain , that beauty , that feeling of being on top of the world or food chain , that reign , that spotlight , that chance that i had wasted - that feeling of having just enough time ...came it did ; gone it was ...Was it not more than enough one could have asked - and so i am grateful for when it lasted.

Emma : ( returns / coming out of the canteen )She’s serving the girls at the moment , it’s an only girl’s sanction now and this might take a while ... anybody has a cigar ?

Misha : (recognizes George and approaches ze )And when they said the world could not have done any better than send it’s next big thing in this weather ...(George laughs the flattery off )Hey Guys ! ...Daniel and the gang ; meet George and zer company

Daniel : ( eyes focusing on George’s perfect complexion , suppressing a blush and smile )...Hi...(offers to shake hand and in a whisper only George could hear he says )Anagapesis has weakened my heart -broken me down into bits of hope and lust : smile by smile ; wish by wish i search for the warmth underneath the apricity of my inexistant dreams ...I have become nothing more than an entitled fool looking for more ; a wondering soul who searches home and in the search of being a much better person , the more the toxicity in me showed , and now it’s too late to turn around , love can wait but not this long- you know that feeling when your eyes peel open and you’re like i can not believe my sight , i’ve been searching all this time and at some point i might have given up ...YES! , i searched for you in the dark but only because the light had cast me out and then voilà : there you are before my eyes ...there you are looking back , your eyes just the same as i imagined them under the blue moonlight , perfect in sight ...

George : ( twirling thoughts , startled , shocked and estranged )Hello , I am George and you seem like quite the charmer - you probably have it simple with the girls , huh ?

Misha : (laughs)On the contrary ...(coughing for attention )To whom do i own the pleasure ?

George : (gently taps zer head )Where are my manners ? ... these are my classmates and guys this is Misha , we do literature together .

Daniel : (at the end of all the introductions approaches George once more )So George , where are you from ? you do not look to be from around here and as confirmed ; we are all newbies here , right ?

George : (sighs )I ... I ...I come from the big city , from a school all my camarades just dreamt to go to dating even back to elementary . I guess we should be leaving ....it’s nearly end of night prep.

Daniel : (holds George’s biceps as George leaves )I know that i am nothing - nothing good for you , i know my truth and you you know yours too but at the moment when i first laid eyes on you - i remembered all that i lost in vain , i am just a poor boy but you are the piece of peace i need.

George : (breathes calmly before a surprise kiss from Daniel in the dark away from sight )Read me from all in , not from my lips nor by my skin , not by the my ways nor by my fights - see me in an out ...know me more than i , respect me without cause , you can never know the value of slow love until you lose it rapidly , goodnight Daniel and goodbye till another life .You can search for me ;where the birds sing till the dawn of day ,where butterflies tear up your stomach and fly free ,where it’s just you and i ,where death comes before life ,where to be born one must first die,and where to fall in love ,one must first break their own heart ,and if you really want to ;search for me; where the angels dust the clouds and demons touch the ground,where nowhere meets everywhere, cause thy must remember,you can search for me only if i let you dear, inexistant and blurred an image i am of perfection and blood...but for now goodnight until you learn to love like shattering glass.

Daniel : (confused and frozen , lets go of George’s hand )Do you hear yourself, do you hear how mad you sound ,do you think being alive and loving you are any different ,i’m not the blaming kind but you are the Apollo of my life ,bright as day ,beauty like hyacinth ,I lose you even when i try to keep you ,I lose you everytime i find myself ,I lose you with each ounce of love i pour on your grave ...My darling god , a bright moon stone , a lavender scent , a purple flower , a blue petal that marks your beauty ...A sun so purple it darkens my sight and blinds my eyes ,I lose you even when you don’t walk away , I lose you because you are hard to love ,I lose you because you aren’t mine ,I got used to losing those i love .

***THE END OF ACTE I***