The Test

By: Adam Green

Ent. A living room where the room is very dark and has a brown color to it. There are four friends that sit around talking to each other.

Jim: Man, that test was a massacre of millions, I hated it!

Lynn: I know! I think I failed!

Ben: I think I’ll fail that class!

Jake: You all shouldn’t worry, everything will be fine.

Lynn: Yeah, coming from the genius dork over here.

She points to him as if showcasing him as a genius.

Jake(shakes head): Whatever, lets think what we are going to do today?

Ben: Its pouring down rain! Lets play games!

Lynn(gives him drop dead look): No! Dork! I shouldn’t be playing with you anyway!

Jim: Hey now! Settle down.

Lynn: He can’t help it that he’s a dork.

Jake: Did you here what Jim said? He said for you to settle down and stop making fun of people lower than you.

Lynn(rolls eyes): Whatever!

Jim: Jake, its no problem! Lynn can’t understand people’s feelings except herself.

Jake: Yeah, your right!

Ben(smiles widely): Hey guys, we can go to the Demon Hospital for our amusement.

Jim: What’s that?

Ben: It was a Confederate hospital during the Civil War where every single soldier died even the ones with the most minor injuries, sound weird? Anyone that went in, never came out, not even the doctors or nurses. They all died!

Jake: No one believes in that garbage.

Ben: They have pictures of sightings of the supernatural.

Jake: That’s not what I mean, I mean that not every injured soldier died in a hospital during the civil war.

Ben: Then you won’t be afraid to check it out.

Jake: No! I won’t be afraid!

Ben: I forgot to mention that the devil placed a curse on it and that’s why they all died.

Jake: Okay, that’s even more nonsense. In fact, I bet you a hundred dollars that this is some joke.

Ben: Done!

Jake: Let’s go! Are you coming Lynn and Jim?

Lynn: I guess, as long as I can’t be seen with you all. The only reason I’m even here is because my friends bailed on me and I’m mad at the my other group.

Jim: Someone has to keep you guys safe.

Ben: We don’t need you for that.

Jim: Yeah you do, every time I’m not there, you always get hurt like when that kinder garden girl who beat you up in third grade when I was out with the flu.