A Fairy Godmother

 

“I felt like that, once, 

when I was Young.

[Road - Three Years Earlier]

(Yasmin is sitting by the side of the road when The Police Car draws up and The Policewoman gets out.) 

ANITA: 

Hitchhiking? 

YASMIN: 

No. 

ANITA: 

Just taking in The View?

 [ Thats' a Good One -- She's Funny. There ISN'T one - this stretch of road is in the complete Middle of Nowhere and it is seemingly flat, bland and featureless as far as The Eye can see, in every direction. ] 

[ No promise of an opportunity, even, to go down to The Crossroads, and meet The Devil. ]

YASMIN: 

Not Breaking The Law, am I? 

ANITA: 

No. Where are you off to? 

YASMIN: 

Away. 

ANITA: 

It's good there. 

YASMIN: 

Leave Me Alone. 

ANITA: 

Can't do that. 

YASMIN: 

Why not? 

ANITA: 

People are Worried about you. 

YASMIN: 

No, they're not. 

ANITA: 

Your Sister is. 

That's why she called us. 

She's worried you've left and are going to do something stupid. 

I've heard things are tough. 

Getting bullied at school? 

Grades have gone a bit wonky? 

Parents don't get what's up? 

You must be feeling pretty Trapped and Alone. 

YASMIN: 

I'm feeling way more than that. 

ANITA: 

That's better than the other way. 

YASMIN: 

What? 

ANITA: 

Well, Feeling Things isn't Wrong. 

YASMIN: 

I don't want your speech. 

ANITA: 

I know. 

The Terrible Thing about Being Older is, 

You have all this experience, 

and nobody ever wants to hear it. 

'Cos I know that there's so much ahead of you. 

What if This Moment, where you want to run away from everyone, including yourself, is just that. 

A Moment. 

What if we find a way to get you through it and out The Other Side? 

I've been Where You Are. 

Moments Change. 

Help's out there. As much or as little as you need. 

YASMIN: 

I'm not listening to you. 

ANITA: 

Would Hard Cash make a difference? 

I'll make you a deal. 

Look me up in three years. 

If I'm Wrong, I'll give you 50 Quid. 

I mean, I'd say more, but the pay's rubbish. 

YASMIN: 

Get another job, then. 

ANITA: 

Can't. 

Love it too much. 

But if I'm Right, you owe me 50p. 

Come on, those are good odds.

[Number 79]

(Yasmin knocks on the door.) 

ANITA: 

Hi, can I help you? 

YASMIN: 

Hi. You won't remember me. 

My name's Yasmin... 

ANITA: 

Yasmin Khan. 

I flippin' do remember you. 

YASMIN: 

I've got something for you. 

(Holds out a 50p piece.) 

ANITA: 

You wanna come in?