Little Blue Jay

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**author's note: this is a slightly revised version of a play i wrote for a school assignment in 7th grade (so like...i want to say almost three years ago? idk it's pretty old). i left it mostly untouched, so it's not my best work but for some reason some of y'all wanted to see it so here we go-**
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 CHARACTERS

**Sparrow**

- 11 years old

- blind

- moody

**Leo**

- 12 years old

- loves video games

- energetic

**Mistletoe**

- 14 years old

- older sister to Sparrow and Leo

- organised

- sarcastic

**Dylan**

- 12 years old

- loud

- rude

**Cindy**

- 15 years old

- best friend to Mistletoe

- Dylan's older sister

- babysits Sparrow and Leo

**Narrator 1** (AKA Heather)

- 14 years old

- cheerful

- holds script on a clipboard

**Narrator 2** (AKA Hunter)

- 14 years old

- irritable

- holds script on a clipboard

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 LITTLE BLUE JAY

**EXT. School Playground — Afternoon**

*Narrator 1 and Narrator 2 enter from stage left)*

**NARRATOR 1:** Today we'll tell you the story of a family of three-

**NARRATOR 2:** *(fake cough)* Five, technically speaking.

**NARRATOR 1:** *(rolls eyes and walks stage left)* A family of five who lived a normal, every day life.

**NARRATOR 2:** *(shrugs shoulders)* That's what she said.

**NARRATOR 1:** *(turns to face Narrator 2)* Who's telling this story?

**NARRATOR 2:** *(faces stage down while glaring at Narrator 1)* How about we start the story, Heather?

**NARRATOR 1:** *(grits teeth)* Yes, let's.

**NARRATOR 2:** Now on with the story!

*(Narrator 1 and Narrator 2 leave the stage from stage right while Leo, Mistletoe, and Sparrow enter from stage left; Leo is holding Mistletoe's hand)*

**MISTLETOE:** *(bored tone, looking at her phone)* Alright, what do you guys wanna do today?

**LEO:** *(excited, full of vigor)* I wanna go on the swings!

**MISTLETOE:** *(looks up from phone, exasperated)* After the five minute walk you dragged us on, all you want to do is...swing? Are you kidding me?

**LEO:** Yep! Don't worry about Sparrow, Mistletoe. I'll be careful when pushing him on the swings.

**SPARROW:** *(lets go of Leo's hand, mixture of angry and worried tone)* Mistletoe, are you actually letting him do this??

**MISTLETOE:** If it concerns you that much, then no. *(turns to Leo)* Leo, you'll have to pick something else or we're headed home.

**LEO:** *(slightly annoyed, arms crossed)* Relax, Mistletoe. I've got the perfect solution!

**SPARROW:** *(glances stage right, frowning)* Let me guess: the toddler swings was your solution?

**LEO:** *(tugs shirt collar uncomfortably)* Well...depends on how you see it.

**MISTLETOE:** *(elbows Leo's shoulder)* Are you serious? That's a horrible suggestion, and a stupid one at that!

**SPARROW:** *(slight edge to voice)* Mistletoe, I can speak for myself.

**Leo:** Yeah!

**MISTLETOE:** *(sighs)* Forget about it. What did you want to do then, Sparrow?

**SPARROW:** *(groans and throws his hands in the air, storming off stage right)* I'm going home!

**MISTLETOE:** Sparrow! Where do you think you're going?

**LEO:** I think he's going home.

**MISTLETOE:** Are you Sparrow?

**LEO:** No, but I thought it was obvious that he was going home...

**MISTLETOE:** Never mind you, I'm going to make sure he doesn't get himself hurt- *(runs after Sparrow in the same direction)*

**LEO:** W-Wait up, guys! *(runs off stage after them both)*

**NARRATOR 2:** Alright, and that's a wrap-

**NARRATOR 1:** *(glares at him)* Excuse me?

**NARRATOR 2:** N-Never mind! *(flips through script)* It appears there's more to this story! ...Even though leaving it there would be just fine...perfect, even.

**NARRATOR 1:** Oh, hush.

*(Both Narrators leave the stage.)*

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**INT. Leo's Bedroom — Afternoon**

*(Leo, Mistletoe, and Sparrow all enter the room — Leo is digging for stuff in his toy bin.)*

**LEO:** Where is it, where is it? I put it in here somewhere! *(turns to Mistletoe, who is placing the toys back in the bin)* Mistletoe, you can't do that!

**MISTLETOE:** ...Do what?

**SPARROW:** Pretty sure he doesn't want you to declutter this pigpen, for whatever reason. *(scrunches face up)* It smells like one, too. *(walks stage right, towards the door; at the same time, knocking can be heard)*

**MISTLETOE:** Now that he mentions it-

**LEO:** Oh, don't you start, too! *(walks over to Sparrow)* What's up?

**SPARROW:** *(sighs expressively)* It's Dylan...should I tell him he got the wrong address? That usually does the trick.