FADE TO BLACK.
INT. IRIS’ ROOM - DAY
The door to Iris’ room swings open. Iris, still in her raver outfit, lies on top of the sheets. She barely lifts a head as her MOTHER, PETUNIA (50s), charges in.
PETUNIA
What time did you get home last night?
IRIS
(barely awake)
This morning.
Petunia rolls her eyes, tidying the mess of blankets and cereal bowls on the floor.
PETUNIA
Of course. Dare I ask, but shouldn’t you be at class right now?
IRIS
Depends. What time is now.
PETUNIA
1pm.
IRIS
Yup. Missed it. Five hours ago.
Petunia SLAMS one of the bowls down on IRIS’ desk.
PETUNIA
Jesus Christ, Iris. I know. I know you’re going through this, but you have to do something with yourself. It’s been five years.
IRIS
Six. And a half.
Iris lifts her head off the pillow, only to be met by a RAGING HEADACHE.
PETUNIA
I’m sorry. I truly am. Just. Take a fucking night class or something.
…And a shower.
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