Write a screen play off of this story and follow these rules Narrative Screenplay Assignment
Now that you have seen a screenplay in action with SpongeBob’s “Help Wanted” pilot episode, it is your turn to create your own narrative screenplay, or script. You will have two choices. You can either create an unproduced screenplay for an EXISTING TV show, or you can design a pilot episode for a brand-new TV show that you come up with! If you choose to create a new episode for an existing TV show, YOU MUST HAVE YOUR TV SHOW APPROVED BY MR. HENDERSON BEFORE YOU BEGIN YOUR ROUGH DRAFT.
You will need to pick your favorite TV show and write an unproduced short episode for it OR create your own TV show and write a short pilot episode. However, you will not be writing a FULL LENGTH episode of your desired TV show. This would be around 30-70 pages, depending on the length of the episode! Your script will only need to be 5-6 pages, typed, in length (most of which will be dialogue). THIS WILL NOT INCLUDE YOUR TITLE PAGE. Your episode will be shortened to fit this length.
You will select your favorite TV show and use the characters and settings to create your own original episode OR create your own TV show with its own characters and settings. This is something that comes directly from your brain. You may not simply copy a script from the internet (that would be plagiarism, friends). I WILL check when you submit. Plagiarism will result in a 0/100. You need to make sure that you Exposition, Rising Action, Climax, Falling Action, and Resolution are clear in the script. You need to have a clear conflict(s), a theme, and compelling characters for your story/script.
As stated, you may choose to write a screenplay for your own, completely original story.
Rules to follow:
• You may not include anything that will severely alter the existing show (i.e., you can’t kill SpongeBob)
• If you choose to introduce new characters into an existing TV show, you need to do something with them before the end because they are not in the real show! (i.e., they move Canada at the end of the episode)
• Your screenplay MUST be school-appropriate! Violence needs to be kept to a minimum. If you have questions about this, please ask!
• You need to make your screenplay easy to understand. Stay away from super-complicated events (i.e. characters traveling to alternate dimensions, people coming back to life, etc.). Keep it simple! I should be able to follow the events in your story.
• Two people in class may choose the same TV show, but everyone needs to have different stories!
• As with any movie or TV script, your writing must be in 12-point Courier New font with one-inch margins
• Script MUST be at least five single-sided pages in length (not including your title page).
You will need to follow the format of the “Help Wanted” script on Canvas.
• Make sure you have a title page with the name of the TV show, name of the episode, and the author (you).
• You need to make sure that the actions of the characters and the events happening around them are fully explained in your script. This is where you will set up scenes and where most of the story will happen. This information should be ALIGNED TO THE LEFT of the page! See the example below.
Spongebob’s alarm sounds; he wakes, but is unaffected by the annoying sound, and, with a smile, turns it off. He climbs from his bed to a ladder leading to his diving board.
• When you introduce a new character to the audience, you need to give a brief character description. See example below. IF YOUR CHARACTER HAS NO DESCRIPTION, YOUR READER MAY NOT BE ABLE TO FOLLOW YOUR PLOT!
 
Spongebob continues running to the Krusty Krab. Squidward, Spongebob’s overly-cynical neighbor and Krusty Krab employee, cleans graffiti of himself with the word “Loser,” sees Spongebob, and sighs.
• Your characters’ dialogue must be CENTERED on the page with the character’s name (in all capitals) above their lines. Always skip a line after each piece of dialogue. See example below.
 
SPONGEBOB
Uh, Patrick!
 
PATRICK
Where do you think you’re going?
 
SPONGEBOB
I was just…
 
PATRICK
No you’re not. You’re going to the Krusty Krab and get that job!
 
Reallymember, your screenplay needs to be ORIGINAL and reflect your knowledge of narrative structure! You will be graded on how well you demonstrate the 6+1 Writing Traits. Below is the schedule we will follow to complete this major assignment. This is subject to change!
F 3/1: Intro Assignment; Begin Prewriting
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Narrative Composition
 **Page 1**

Ethan's Tuesday began like any other. He woke up to his alarm clock's familiar jingle, a sound that had greeted him every morning for the past three years since he'd moved into his one-bedroom apartment in the city. He showered, dressed in his usual attire—a pressed white shirt and gray slacks—and prepared his habitual breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast. 

As he left his apartment, he nodded to Mrs. Collins, his elderly neighbor who was always up early to water her plants. "Beautiful day, isn't it, Ethan?" she chirped with a smile that crinkled the corners of her eyes.

"It sure is, Mrs. Collins," Ethan replied, forcing a smile of his own. He didn't really notice the weather anymore. 

At the bus stop, Ethan stood among the same crowd of commuters. There was Sarah, the nurse who worked shifts at the hospital, always lost in a romance novel; Mike, a fellow office worker who never stopped talking about his fantasy football team; and Jenna, a student who listened to music so loudly that Ethan could hear the tinny beats escaping from her headphones.

The bus ride was uneventful. Ethan stared blankly out the window, watching the city blur by, a mixture of concrete and fleeting moments of nature.

**Page 2**

Work was a gray cubicle in a sea of gray cubicles. Ethan's job as a data analyst for a marketing firm was as monotonous as it was uninspiring. Numbers and charts filled his computer screen, each dataset blending into the next.

Lunchtime offered a brief respite. Ethan joined his co-workers at their favorite sandwich shop. There was affable Tom, always ready with a joke; Lydia, whose sharp wit cut through the dullest conversations; and Rachel, whose kind demeanor made the workload seem lighter.

They chatted about everything and nothing—TV shows, weekend plans, the latest office gossip. Ethan laughed when appropriate, but the conversation washed over him. He was there, but not present.

After lunch, Ethan returned to his cubicle, the afternoon stretching out like a desert before him. Minutes crawled by until finally, it was time to leave.

**Page 3**

That evening, Ethan met his friends at a local bar. The group was a mix of college buddies and newer acquaintances. There was Mark, Ethan's best friend since freshman year; Alicia, a graphic designer with an infectious laugh; and Ben, a new addition to the group who worked in finance.

They grabbed a booth and ordered a round of drinks. The conversation was lively, full of banter and shared stories. Ethan felt a bit more alive in their company, the familiarity of friendship warming him like the whiskey in his glass.

It was well past midnight when Ethan finally stumbled into his apartment. He collapsed into bed without changing his clothes, the day's events already fading from his mind.

**Page 4**

The alarm went off. 7:00 AM. Tuesday. Confusion clouded Ethan's mind as he sat up in bed. He could have sworn it was Wednesday. He checked his phone, but it stubbornly displayed the same information. Tuesday. He must have dreamt it.

The day unfolded exactly as the previous one had. Mrs. Collins with her plants, the same commuters at the bus stop, the monotonous work, the sandwich shop, the bar. Ethan moved through the motions, a growing sense of unease gnawing at him.

That night, as he lay in bed, a chilling thought crept into his mind. What if tomorrow was Tuesday again?

**Page 5**

And it was. Ethan's heart sank as he woke up to the same day for the third time. Panic set in. He had to do something different, break the cycle. He called in sick to work and spent the day wandering the city, trying to shake the persistent feeling of déjà vu.

As he passed a small, unassuming coffee shop, he locked eyes with a man inside. The man, with sharp features and an intense gaze, seemed to pierce through Ethan with a knowing look. Ethan's steps faltered, but he pushed on, the man's stare burning in the back of his mind.

That night, Ethan went to bed with a sense of dread. What if it never ended?

**Page 6**

But it did end. Wednesday came, and Ethan's relief was palpable. Yet the memories of those repeated Tuesdays haunted him. He couldn't shake the image of the man from the coffee shop, the one who had looked at him with such recognition.

Ethan returned to his routine, but the terror of the experience lingered. He became withdrawn, his interactions with friends and co-workers strained. They noticed the change but attributed it to stress or personal issues.

One day, on a hunch, Ethan returned to the coffee shop. The same man was there, sitting at the same table, reading a newspaper. This time, Ethan approached him.

"I know you saw me," Ethan said, his voice barely above a whisper. "During those Tuesdays. You knew, didn't you?"

The man looked up, his eyes sharp as ever. "Yes, I did."

"Why didn't you help me?" Ethan's voice was tinged with desperation.

"Because some cycles are meant to be broken alone. You had a lesson to learn."

Ethan stumbled out of the shop, the man's cryptic words echoing in his mind. He never saw him again.

**Page 7**

Life went on, but Ethan was forever altered. He moved through each day with caution, a survivor of an invisible battle. His friends and family worried, but Ethan couldn't explain. How could he?

He was scarred, not by the days that had repeated, but by the lingering fear that it could happen again at any moment. The trauma had embedded itself deeply, a scar on his psyche that might never fully heal.

Ethan's Tuesdays continued, each one a reminder of the time he was trapped, the time when madness beckoned, and reality became a cruel game. He learned to appreciate the small changes, the minor fluctuations of life that proved time was moving forward.

But as much as he tried to forget, those looping days were etched into his memory, a blurry, nightmarish dream that had been all too real. Ethan was a man forever walking in the shadow of time, searching for peace in a world that had once turned on its head, hoping for a future where Tuesdays were just another day.