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Loving Annabelle, Alternate Ending Fan Fiction Contest
SIMONE wakes up. She turns to look at the clock. It is flashing 12:13. Simone notices that ANNABELLE is not with her, and that she has left her buddhist prayer beads on the bedside table. She obviously thinks that ANNABELLE has left, and looks upset and teary. She sits up and wraps her arms around her shoulders.
CUT to CAFETERIA
ANNABELLE is collecting various foods on a tray. She is wearing her school uniform. She is engrossed in excited conversation with COLINS.
COLINS smiles, and ANNABELLE touches her arm softly, smiling at MOTHER IMMACULATA who is looking confused]
CUT to CAT AND KRISTEN
[COLINS sits at the table, CAT glares at her]
KRISTEN: Where was Annabelle last night? (She glances over at ANNABELLE)
CAT: Who cares? (she rolls her eyes)
COLINS: She wasn’t in our room
CAT: Well duh. She was in Miss Bradley’s room (Nods her head towards ANNABELLE)
KRISTEN: What? Nooo!
CAT: Yeah
COLINS: Well i don’t care if they’re together. I like them both.
KRISTEN: Hey Colins, what did Annab…(She is cut off by CAT)
CAT: (In a sing song voice) I wonder what Mother Immaculata might think of that
[CAT rises from the table. KRISTEN reaches up and grabs her arm]
CAT: What?!
KRISTEN: Cat…
[CAT grunts, pulls away from KRISTEN and walks over to MOTHER IMMACULATA. She sits on the chair next to her]
CAT: Mother Immaculata?
MOTHER IMMACULATA: Yes, Catherine?
CAT: I’m a little worried about Miss Bradley
CUT to SIMONE’S ROOM
[SIMONE stands under the hot shower, ANNABELLE’s buddhist prayer beads are clutched in her hands]
CUT to CAFETERIA
[ANNABELLE is walking from the room, the tray balanced in her hands. She passes a vase and picks a single
flower from it, laying it on the tray]
CUT to MOTHER IMMACULATA’s table
[MOTHER IMMACULATA pat’s CAT on the shoulder, and scans the room for ANNABELLE. She sees her in the door,
jumps up from the table, follwing ANNABELLE]
CUT to STAIRCASE
[ANNABELLE’s boots are visible clumping quickly upstairs, the sound of crockery clinking as she steps. A door opens and closes with a click]
[MOTHER IMMACULATA’s neat, black shoes are now seen clicking up the stairs]
CUT to SIMONE’s ROOM
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