Sam: You could never say anything to piss someone off Lisa (laughs).

Lisa: Oh! And I hate society. I hate how people think that you have to play certain roles in order to achieve high goals. Why can’t you just be who you are? My whole family is constantly telling me that I will never make it looking the way that I do, and I think that they are all wrong. I think that the more you stay true to who you are, the more powerful you can become, because people would be seeing the real you.

Sam: Yeah! But I understand their point too. If you dress too trashy, people will look at you as if you are trashy. Weather we like it or not, that’s how society is.

Lisa: I think that I dress fashionably trashy, and besides, who says I can’t change societies view? I mean think about it. Gay relationships never used to be accepted, and now they can legally marry. Blacks never used to be accepted, and now they are. I mean look at Hitler, and how many people accepted him for who he was.

Sam: I guess you’ve got a point there. But if you were working for somebody, and they wanted things done their way, you would have to do it to keep you job.

Lisa: Well, I am not saying that if somebody flashed a bunch of money in my face I wouldn’t conform to society Enough money could make me do anything. Well not anything.

Sam: I know what your saying, and it does suck. But I think you’ll do just fine. I mean look at what you have done already, you went back and got your high school diploma when you didn’t even need one, you just got your first paper out, and your grades are excellent.

Lisa: I just wish I could just write a book and become as rich as Steven King. Life would be so much easier that way. Then I could live out my dream of sitting on the beach by my mansion drinking Mai Thai’s all day and all night. I wouldn’t have to worry about an OUI, because I would have a chauffer. I could have a pool boy and a gardener too if you know what I mean. I just can’t come up with any ideas. Every time I attempt to write a story, it either ends up being about my life that I don’t really want to write about, or a porn story from hell. Maybe I should just write a porn book. Do you think that would sell?

Sam: You are so crazy (laughing) Hey! I know. I am great at thinking up ideas, but I suck at writing. Why don’t I come up with the ideas, and you can write the stories.

(Pulling into the school parking lot)

Lisa: I don’t even want to talk about it until this summer. Right now I don’t even have time to think straight.

Sam: I hear ya. I’ve got tons of stuff to do too.

(Lisa is getting out of the vehicle)

Lisa: Well, thanks! (Pause) Hey, is today our lunch day?

Sam: Uh. Yeah it’s Tuesday right?

Lisa: Yeah, so I’ll see you around 11:30?

Sam: O.K.

(Lisa shuts the door while Sam is talking to her. She opens the door back up to hear what she said)

Lisa: What?

Sam: Don’t forget to smile

(Lisa smiles, shuts the door, and walks into the school)