family drama.

like i said, i want to write a play, and if i ever do, it'll be about my family. i think this will make quite interesting black comedy.

In the family car with ample seating. Edward, 14, the second brother sits in the front next to the driver, with an often unsmiling face of chiselled features. Dressed in an oversized muscle tee and lowslung bermudas. Jonathan, 15, the eldest brother sits in the second row, very tall but with a gentle and meek quality to him. Dressed in a faded nike t-shirt and bermudas. Gregory, 12, fair and lanky sits in the second row next to Jon after the gap. Dressed in long armyprint cargo pants and a black t-shirt. Graham, the youngest brother, sits behind in the third row, his eyes glued to his gameboy. A chubby boy of 9, but looks like he's 7. Dressed in a t-shirt and bermudas.

The car stops outside serene centre macdonalds,

Edward [gruffly] : what do you want?
Jon: uh.. er.. uh..
Edward: make up your mind jon!
Jon [sheepish smile]: uh.. quarter pounder meal
Greg [very clear and articulate]: Nuggets, barbeque sauce and milo.
Ed: Grammy, hurry up
Graham[excited]: ok ok.. a cheeseburger happy meal

Edward leaves to buy the food and comes back a while later with the food. They pass the food around the car as it starts up again.

Greg [dangerously, in the, i'm-going-to-scream voice]: Where's my milo?!
Ed[slightly sheepish, but you hardly hear it]: oh. sorry.
Greg [livid]: You forgot!?
Graham: Here, here have my milo
Greg takes it. Jon then passes Graham half of his milo.
Greg [sulkily]: You didn't get my barbeque sauce.
Ed: Why aren't you eating the fries?
Greg: They're not mine.
Ed [annoyed]: They're yours!
all are exasperated and frustrated. Gregory sulks the whole ride back. Edward has an expression that shows he's restraining himself from pummeling his brother. Graham is just eating french fries in silence. Jon remains rather expressionless, but clearly discomfited by the situation.

At the house. All get out of the car. Gregory runs to the front door, lets himself in and locks the rest out. The other three brothers watch in shock as Greg runs across to the door at the conservatory and locks it as well [the conservatory has glass walls]. They then go to another opening and call for someone to let them in.

yeah. this really happened. i wasn't at the scene of crime, but had to listen to my brothers rant afterwards at lunch time. of course greg was upstairs after saying huffily as he walked past me, 'i hate edward. i hope he burns..' jon, the gentle giant, was rather annoyed. so that's saying something about what happened.

'he locked us out of the house over barbeque sauce and milo.'

+ posted by M @ 1:12 PM