Baltimore High: Room 176: front office

**Cleo walks into the front office, backpack full, and bar hands carrying an assortment of books and binders. She is very neat and tidy, her hair slicked back and a cardigan and a pleated skirt giving off studious vibes.**

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**Milo is waiting for her, wearing complete different shades of green and horn-rimmed glasses. Gives off gay, theatre energy.**

Cleo: Hello, um, I’m Cleo Waldorf, and I’m new to this school? A Ms.Warton told me that I’d have like a classmate show me around?

Milo: Oh my god, you totally give off Mandy Morre vibes, like from A Walk to Remember?

**(Cleo nods, unsure of this bright ray of a guy that is talks to her)**

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**Milo pulls Cleo’s arm and leads her out of the front office, talking all throughout.**

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Milo: Ok, so this is Baltimore High, pretty basic. Say ‘Go Eagles!’ To a jock and they’ll grunt and fist bump you, and the cheerleaders will glare are your head as if you’re the newest hookup that stole their boyfriend.

If you turn right here you’ll find the science kids, and I’m speaking from expirience, never ask them about the parts of an atom. They lose their shit.

**Milo continues to lead Cleo through the halls, and she’s a little in awe of how fast he speaks.**

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Milo: …and then you have your gothic, always hanging around the bathroom that smell of weed. But, this is the real highlight: the theatre. If you look at yours truly, you’ll see the heart and soul of our band of theatre kids. We’re all a part of the film club too, but that kind of is crashing and burning because we don’t have a good screenwriter. Ya write anything?

Cleo : I dabble at scripts and music.

Milo: You’re kidding

Cleo: No?

Milo: Come with me. You’re our new appointed screenwriter.

**Milo drags her to their first class: English: Room 124**

**Sitting in the classroom is Tessa, Nick, Rowan and Noor. Milo pulls Cleo into their group of seating and announces that Cleo is their new storyteller.**

**Milo and Cleo Enter:**

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**Cleo sits:**

Milo: All right ya little shits, I have found our savior. Cleo is going to be our new storyteller, and she’s will win us the Olive Graceu Film Festival.

**Tessa reaches over and offered a hand to Cleo.**

Tessa: Sup. I’m the self appointed director of the group because half the time I’m the only one that knows what’s happening.

Nick: I work lights.

Cleo: So why am I your scriptwriter?

Noor: ‘Cause we tried last week and it was pretty much what a kidergardener would write for their personal narrative.

Cleo tries stifling a laugh, but fails, just as the bell rings.

**The class starts**