ONE - Voice

... So I guess I'm supposed to write in this thing. Like a journal.

My thoughts. Hmmm.

[The following is typed, and you can hear each click of the keys.]

-My fellas keep offering to do my summer homework, but I keep trying to tell them I want to do it on my own.

-Dad thinks we should get a really fierce pet. Maybe like a dog.

-Still trying to figure out how that one girl fou

[Interruption! The sound of a sliding door slid open, and a friendly male voice.]

I brought you lunch, Little Lord! [A pause.] Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your diary writing.

IT'S NOT A DAMN DIARY, YOU BASTARD! [Cue several men screaming from out in the hall in sheer terror.]