After generating the flash fiction idea, we developed a script for shooting.
Summary:
He’s waiting for someone to arrive.
She is outside by her car.
He goes down to meet her and get his stuff.
She jokes with him for a minute and then he opens the boot.
He is shocked and angry.
The boot is full of fruit. He asks why
She reads the text he sent her listing all the slang/fruit names for the drugs he wanted.
End
Nathan stared at the clock on his phone, watching as each minute passed by, each minute that meant she was late. He was getting impatient, tapping his feet and banging his phone on the desk. He was just about to text her when, ‘beep’ a horn sounded from outside.
It startled him. He stood and moved towards the window. Seeing that it was her, leaning against her car with a big grin on her face, he rushed outside to meet her.
“Where the hell have you been?”
“Just be grateful that I wasted my time with your petty request.”
They stared at each other for a second before the grin replaced her dismay at his tone.
“Where is it?”
“In the boot.”
He glanced at the rear end of the car, about to move when she dangled the keys in front of his face. His hand shot towards them but he was still to slow. She laughed, “Can’t want it that much.”
He made a grab for it again but missed, “Stop messing around now, this is serious.” He was pissed off. The smile dropped from her face as she threw the keys at him.
They went to the boot. Nathan gave a glance round to see if anyone was watching, before he put the key in and opened it halfway.
She couldn’t see his face; he’d leaned to far in.
He let the boot open all the way and turned to her, “What the hell is this?”
“I know it’s not in a bag, but they’re 5p now don’t you know?”
“This is a joke, this isn’t what I asked for, you know what I asked for, seriously, where is it.”
“This is everything you asked for Nathan, look at the text.”
She showed him the text she’d received, which she had clearly gotten mixed up!
He slammed the boot shut and stormed back inside.
“Yeah all that was about £20, pay me later yeah?”
His door slams.
Storyboard:
Aidan Reilly YEAR 3 