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torians written by Miranda Marrero November, 2019 Second Draft Made in Highland INT. TEENAGE BOY’S BEDROOM - SUNRISE OVERHEAD SHOT of a young couple in a full-sized bed. The woman is wide awake and staring at the ceiling. The young man is asleep soundly in her arms. She’s uncomfortable. GRACE tries to slowly and quietly remove her arm from under ALEX. Like a spy, she carefully rises from the bed, puts on her shirt, gathers her bag and clothes, and creepily walks towards the door. It is imperative that she doesn’t wake him up. When she arrives at the door, GRACE does a trick: she turns the doorknob, pulls it straight up, and presses the door against the hinges as it opens. Backed by years of experience, the door doesn’t make a sound. When she closes it, GRACE stands at the end of a hallway. The light is slowly coming in as the sun rises. She takes a deep breath, and then abandons her slowness, running towards the front door and into her car. Quickly looking through her bag, she pulls out her keys and starts the ignition. GRACE sighs with relief and sinks into the cracked leather of her old Volkswagen. When she looks up, she sees ALEX standing at the doorway. His face- half confused, half disappointed for being tossed aside as opposed to making breakfast and watching Netflix together- makes GRACE feel bad, but not bad enough. GRACE (mouthing, gesturing) Sorry, I have to go! She pulls out the driveway, and ALEX stands alone in the golden hour. Poor dude. We stay on this for a second. CUT TO: INT. GRACE’S CAR - MORNING Windows rolled down, GRACE is smoking a cigarette with her car parked on the side of a road. A CD is playing 70s rock. Her phone is plugged into the center console. The phone, that was dead the entire night, buzzes back to life. As GRACE picks up her phone, an influx of beeps and vibrations go off. Looking at the screen, GRACE is confused by the texts and voicemails. She lowers her radio to listen to the most recent one. YASMIN (V.O.) Hey, where are you? Ms. Liallo says we’re going on in twelve minutes, so call her back, ok? Bye. Grace ponders for a second, One, two- GRACE FUCK! Made in Highland 2. She’s missed something incredibly important. The guttural cry of the engine goes off as Grace floors the gas. CUT TO: INT. GRACE'S BEDROOM - MORNING - CONTINUOUS Made in Highland