INT. TACO BELL - DAY A short, weird-looking girls enters the line.

contact with the people in line ahead of her. the ground, ashamed. The line moves. The short, weird-looking girl reaches the counter as though to place an order. The cashier gives her a double head nod/chin lift/brow raise as though he recognizes her. ANNA, 15, knotty hair, shy, withdrawn. ANNA Bean burrito kids meal. No onions. With nachos instead of Cinnamon Twists. She hands the cashier 3 dollars and 45 cents, grabs her cup and walks over to the drink dispenser. ANNA (CONTD) (softly) Pepsi or Mountain dew? Hmm. Pepsi. The kids meal is sitting on a tray on top of the counter. Anna grabs it and inspects. Burrito. Check. Nachos. Check. Toy. Check. Nachos. Check. Its all there. She then grabs several napkins, 7 to be exact. She scans over the booths looking for the cleanest one. ANNA (CONTD) (softly) My favorite! Shes looking at the booth in the back corner. It has only a few crumbs and drink spills. CUT TO: INT. BOOTH - DAY Anna takes a sip of her drink. ANNA (softly) Right choice. She makes eye Her eyes go to

2. She takes one of her napkins and wipes the perspiration off the outside of her drink and uses it to wipe off the drink spills previously left on the table. She takes another napkin and brushes away the crumbs. She moves her drink to the right side, her nachos to the left and her burrito to the front-center. The toy is left where it was laying on the tray. She then unwraps her burrito from the paper and then proceeds to squeeze out most of its entrails. Ouch. SMALL VOICE

Anna ignores the small voice. SMALL VOICE (CONTD) Yo dawg, why you be squeezin fo? ANNA (to herself, happily) It makes the burrito tasty and I can inspect the insides! She continues to squeeze the burrito. ANNA (CONTD) (disgustedly) Yuck, an onion. She quickly rewraps the burrito back in the paper and pushes it to the side. Her face, disgusted. ANNA (CONTD) They no I dont like onions... I said no onions. Sigh. She holds her heavy head in dismay. The burrito begins to rustle inside the wrapper. Annas eyes are drawn towards it. ANNA (CONTD) (under her breath) What is happening? She helps to open the wrapper, scared yet intrigued. Nothing. SMALL VOICE Why dont you like me?

3. The girl looks bewildered. burrito. She looks around, then at the

SMALL VOICE (CONTD) (demandingly) Yo dawg, why dont you like me? Annas eyes open wide. ANNA (under her breath) This cant be. SMALL VOICE (irritated) Whatchu be doggin me fo?! Anna, still in shock, stares at the little onion talking in front of her. ONION, 3 hours, little, spunky, layered, gangster. ONION (irritated) Just answer my question... bitch. ANNA Of all the nerve! Anna picks up the onion by its thin outer layer, invading Onions bubble. ONION Put me down! Now! Anna stares in shock. ANNA (softly) Im sorry? Better be. Excuse me? Ya heard. ONION ANNA ONION

Anna zones out, her eyes go blank. She is lost in her thoughts.

4. ANNA (softly) Is this really happening? ONION Damn straight. Bitch. Now answer my question. Anna looks around, then back at the onion. ANNA (whispers) Well... To be honest, you smell and you make my breath smell too. Youre crunchy and hard. ONION Naw, that shits bull. Yo breath be rank cuz you dont brush yo teeth good nuf. My crunchy and hardness adds texture. Love it. ANNA You make me cry and you give me really bad gas. Its really gross. ONION Yo dawg, you dont even know. Onion rubs his right hand over his eyes, forcing his tears back. ONION (CONTD) You make me cry. I just want to be liked. I just want to be accepted. Why you doggin me fo? Anna tries to ignore. She begins to open her cheese sauce.

Tears come gushing out of onions eyes, like a river breaking a dam. Anna still ignoring, grabs a chip, dips it in the cheese sauce twice, then takes a bite. ONION (CONTD) Are you seriously that cold?! Onion wipes away his tears with a piece of the burrito wrapper that he tore off. ONION (CONTD) You know what, forget you. not worth my tears, dawg. (MORE) Youre

5. ONION (CONTD) I dont need you, dawg. People like me. Yo, youve seen Shrek, yea? Ive got layaz. Whatchu got? Anna looks down. She holds her head with both hands, fingers tangled in hair. Her face goes blank. She zones out again, lost in her thoughts. ANNA I, I-I dont know. She looks at the onion, still holding her head with both hands, fingers tangled in hair. ANNA (CONTD) Nothing really. I dont have anything. She looks down again. Her face grows long. She becomes overwhelmed with pity and self doubt that she begins to cry. Don't cry. ONION

Sweet onion, conscious of others, takes a few steps towards her. His face, concerned. ONION (CONTD) Naw dawg, dont cry. Im sorry. I just, I just, I just wanted you like me. He takes one more step forward. ONION (CONTD) Im sure you have something going on for you, something good too. Everyone does. ANNA No, youre exactly right. I have nothing. I have braces and zits. Im ugly. Im stupid. I have no friends. I have nothing. ONION I can be your friend. Here, hold my hand. Onion reaches his hand out to her.

6. ANNA Eww, gross. Theres no way Im ever touching youre stinky, slimy, oniony hand. ONION Just fucking hold my hand bitch! Do you want a friend or not?! Anna disgustedly turns her face away, and reluctantly glides her and over, ever so slightly. Onion walks near her pale, boney hand. Anna quickly snatches her hand away. She glides her hand over again and then snatches it away. ANNA I cant do it. Youre just too gross. ONION Im too gross?! You da ugly bitch wit zits and braces. ANNA Youre right. She glides her hand over one final time. Onion jumps on her hand. It begins to shake uncontrollably. He grabs hold of her thumb, riding it like a mechanical bull. ANNA (CONTD) Eww. Germs. Eww. Onion loses grip. He flies half way across the table. ONION I cant believe you. No, I cant believe myself. I cant believe I ever wanted you to like me. Youre picky and mean. Look at you. Youre sitting alone. Nobody likes you. Im liked. Tomato and I, we make a great pair. Were so great. We make a Fiesta out of Salsa. Anna looks down again, resuming her prior position: hands holding head, fingers tangled in hair. She zones out, lost in thoughts. She cries. ONION (CONTD) Bitch be crazy.

7. Onion turns and walks away. Annas crying grows heavier. FADE TO BLACK.