Brooke: Thanks! and Look, I Matched Them with Pink Socks

Brooke: Thanks! and Look, I Matched Them with Pink Socks

“Mood Rings”

Jenny: Hey Brooke. Oooh, cute shoes.

Brooke: Thanks! And look, I matched them with pink socks,

Jenny: Wow, like genius.

Brooke: I know, right. So, what’s up?

Jenny: Well, I feel terrible.

Brooke: Aww, Why?

Jenny: I’m so happy it’s depressing.

Brooke: I know exactly what you mean. Let me guess, boy troubles?

Jenny: Totally, you know Todd from science class?

Brooke: Ewww, the nerdy one?

Jenny: No, the hot one, duh.

Brooke: Ummm, oh yeah. What about him?

Jenny: He said I should start wearing a mood ring.

Brooke: No, why?

Jenny: He said he has a plan to get all the emotional girls to wear mood rings so all the guys know what they’re thinking. But, I mean, I’m not,(she starts getting sad) I’m not emotional.

Brooke: There, there. You know how guys are. Like the other day Sam was goofing off with his friends, so he shot a huge snot rocket in Britney’s face. I was like eww, but at the same time, I was like, I love it. You know?

Jenny: (suddenly happy) That reminds me of the time when you know Jim, from history? (Brooke nods) Yeah, well he figured out I liked him on Tuesday, so he asked me out on Wednesday, but by then, I didn’t like him, so I told him I had to wash my hair.

Brooke: Clever. Oh now I get what Luke said.

Jenny: What did he say?

Brooke: Well I had just found out he was wearing knee socks, social suicide! My boyfriend can’t do stuff like that! I was so mad. I was furious! I wanted to (pantomiming) grab him by the neck and shake what little bit of brains he had-

Jenny: Ok, ok. I get it, you had every right to be mad. Continue.

Brooke: (calm) Anyways, I saw him in the hall and he yelled, “Uh-oh, her ring is black.” But now that I get it, it makes me feel (crying) so embarrassed. How could he?!

Jenny: I’ll never understand boys.

Brooke: Me neither.

Jenny: I’m hungry.

Brooke: Me too.

Jenny: But I can’t eat anything.

Brooke: Why not?

Jenny: Sam said I was fat.

Brooke: (gasp) No!

Jenny: Yes. (she grabs her stomach)

Brooke: Well, you could slim down a little.

Jenny: Me!? Look at yourself, Miss Piggy!

Brooke: Uh-oh her ring is red.

Jenny: If there was a color for stupid, your ring would be that!

Brooke: Uh! I’m not dumb! Dumb? (pronouncing the b) Hey, have you ever thought about why there is a b at the end of dumb if you don’t even say it that way?

Jenny: Yeah, like ballet has a t. Wait, I’m not talking to you. (both face away from each other, then turn around and hug)

Both: I’m sorry! No, me!

Jenny: Let’s promise never to let a boy make us mad at each other ever again.

Brooke: Deal. Who needs boys anyway? (they both laugh) Yeah right, like we could live without boys.

Jenny: I mean, I guess we could, but what fun would that be?

Brooke: How come boys never fight like girls?

Jenny: Girls don’t fight.

Brooke: Yes they do!

Jenny: No they don’t

Brooke: Yeah huh!

Jenny: You make me so mad!

Brooke: You make me so, so stressed out! (crying) And you make my ring turn green.

Jenny: Ahh, just let it out. Boys are so dumb! Dumb? Whatever.

Brooke: Yes they are. They’re all jerks.

Jenny: And they’re all pigs, too.

Brooke: They say we can’t control our emotions. Yeah right. Ugh! They make me so mad!

Jenny: And angry!

Brooke: Furious!

Jenny: Ok, well I’ll see you on Monday.

Brooke: K, bye! (they hug)