Office Max

Characters
Mike
Kyle
Mrs. Allans
Ms. Rayne
Dr. Cortez
Jasmine
Kevin
Mr. Evans
Damian Evans.

Introduction

This play as about what goes on in high school office. Although some scenes my take place out side the office everything comes to or originates within it.
Scene 1 office
Kyle is sitting in a chair as Mike walks in and sits next to him.
Kyle: I never thought I’d see you in here. What cha do.

Mike: It was some BS. I didn’t even do anything. This teacher just has it out for me,
James looks up

Kyle: They all do man. Let’s face it. In their eyes we’re peons. That’s why I’m in here. They’re all a bunch of fascists who eliminate anybody who doesn’t breath like them.

Mike: So how’d you end up in this rot hole?

Kyle: Same as you. Some teacher with an ax to grind decided he needed to make an example out of me to strike fear in to the hearts of the others. Like that would work. Anyway that’s my story. Well at least I’m not in class. This place is pretty interesting if you look around.


Scene 2 office Behind the Desk

Mrs. Allans: Excuse me Dr. Cortez.

Dr. Cortez: Yes Mrs. Allans

Mrs. Allans: I was wondering if I could take the students on a field trip to the Ford plant.

Dr. Cortez: I’m sorry but it just isn’t in the budget.

Mrs. Allans: They could learn quite a bit about manufacturing procedures.


Dr. Cortez: I’m sure they could but the school does not have the money for it.

Mrs. Allans: What if the students raised the money for it

Dr. Cortez: I’m sorry but that isn’t an option it would take to long and the school would have to start making preparations for the trip. Look, if you do find the money I will see what I can do, but until then I am afraid my answer is no.

Mrs. Allans: Yes, Sir.

Scene 3

Mrs. Allans: I so frustrated.

Mrs. Rayne: Well I told you he probably wouldn’t go for it, but he did say if you found the money right.

Mrs. Allans: Yeah

Mrs. Rayne: Get off your but and search for it. I know you think the parents in this community don’t care but maybe they do ask for their support.

Mrs. Allans: Maybe I will. Goodbye.

Mrs. Rayne: See ya on Monday.


Scene 4
A parent is standing at the offices desk.

Mrs. Rayne: Hello. How may I help you?

Mr. Evens: Hi, I have an appointment to see the principle.

Mrs. Rayne: His office is on the third door to the left.

Mrs. Evans walks off stage and then knocks on a door. Opens it and then sits down in front of Dr. Cortez’s desk.

Mr. Evans: Hello I’m Frank Evans. I here to talk about my son’s suspension.

Dr. Cortez: Good morning Mr. Evans. Did you read the report that was sent home with him.

Mr. Evans: Yes I did. I just don’t believe it is fair for him to get a suspension for such a minor offence. I am afraid of what it will do for his grades.

Dr. Cortez: I understand that Sir, but I can’t make allowances. The fact of the matter is that your son broke the rules. If I allowed a lesser punishment for him I would have to make a lesser punishment for a lot of other parents. Although your son may be a good student there are a lot of other students in the same situation who are more mischievous.
If I lessened the punishment on your son, other people who do not deserve my sympathy
would ask it.

Mr. Evans: I understand that but could you make one exception Sir.

Dr. Cortez: I’m afraid not. However I will inform his teachers that he is worried about his grades and ask them to give him his work in advanced. Also I will see if any of his teachers or friends will be able to tutor him, and help him get caught up.

Mr. Evans: I don’t know if that will be enough.

Dr. Cortez: It’s all I can do.

Mr. Evans: You could allow my son back in school.

Dr Cortez: I already told you I can’t.

Mr. Evans: Why not?

Dr. Cortez: I already told you why not.

Mr. Evans: You would if you knew him. He is on the honor roll, and in the band. He does tons of community service. He’s a good kid.

Dr. Cortez: That may be but I am responsible for enforcing the rules, and that means enforcing punishments as well.

Mr. Evans: I can’t take no for an answer.

Dr. Cortez: I am afraid you have too. I am not going to change his punishment.

Mr. Evans: Then I will take this to the school board. Good day.

Scene 5
Mr. Evans home

Damian Evans is lying on a couch, as Frank Evans walks though a door.

Damian Evans: So am I going back to school dad?

Frank Evans: I’m afraid not.
For a moment a look of joy is visible on Damian’s face.

Frank Evans: Your principle is an inflexible idiot.

Damian Evans: I already knew that.

Frank Evans: Yeah, but I didn’t. Anyway since we now know you won’t be in school for a while. Let’s sets down some ground rules. First of all you will receive work from school. I want it done by the time I return from work each day. Also you are on punishment. Don’t go anywhere, watch TV or go on the internet. Got that.

Damian: Yes Dad.

Frank Evans: Oh yeah. Don’t hook up with Gabby.

Damian: Come on. I was planning on that date all week.

Frank Evans: Then you shouldn’t have gotten your butt suspended.

Damian: Please.

Frank Evans: Hell no! I had to miss work for this shit. You’re staying here.

Damian: Okay

Frank: Alright I got to head out. Don’t pull anything stupid.

Damian: You know me. I’m smarter than that.

Frank: That’s what I’m afraid of sometimes your too damn smart for your own good. That and you you’re not smart enough to know when your being to damn smart for your own good. See ya.
Scene 6

A student walks in and stands in front of the desk of the office.

Mrs. Rayne: Hello. How may I help you?

Jasmine: Yeah I would like a phone call.

Mrs. Rayne: Do you have fifty cents.

Jasmine: Here you go.

Mrs. Rayne: Dial 9 to call out.

Jasmine picks up a phone and dials.

Jasmine: Hey, Is Kevin there.

Kevin: What’s up?

Jasmine: Could you pick me up/

Kevin: What for?

Jasmine: My car’s in the shop.

Kevin: What’d you do to it?

Jasmine: I didn’t do shit some asshole cut me off!

Kevin: Yeah right. I know how you drive. Chances are you were the a**hole.

Jasmine: Shut up and just pick me up.

Kevin: Okay. Okay.

Jasmine: I get out of drama rehearsal at six.

Kevin: See ya.

Scene 7
At 6:00 in Kevin’s car
Kevin turns on rap music. Jasmine changes the channel. Kevin changes back.

Kevin: You lookin’ to walk home.

Jasmine: I was only thinking that we could use some R&B.

Kevin: In the words of my father and his father before him “Don’t touch a black man’s stereo.” Plus what do you have against Fifty.


Jasmine: I was in the mood for somethin’ a little softer. You know.

Kevin: Okay give me this song and, then I’ll put it on some Temptations. We tight.

Jasmine: We tight?

Kevin: So why’d you call me instead of ridin’ with one of your girls?

Jasmine: We’ll I was thinking that maybe we could, you know, go some where tonight.

Kevin: Hold up. I thought you said we were through.

Jasmine: I said in the heat of the moment. Look I’m sorry about last night.

Kevin: You’re assuming a lot.

Jasmine: What do you mean.

Kevin: How do you know that one, I didn’t hook up with some one else between yesterday and today, two even if I didn’t t that I don’t agree that we’re through and three, that I would forgive you.

Jasmine looks sad.

Jasmine: I don’t know I just hoped-

Kevin: Don’t worry. I’m just f**king with you. Just like we were back together
again.

They kiss.
Scene 8

The bell rings in the office

Kyle: Got to go man.

Mike: I still say nothing goes on in this place.

Kyle: Well let's agree to disagree. See ya.

Mike: Bye
Both guys walk off stage

The End

My Manifesto on War

We would like to believe that we are just in war, that we are benevolent liberators. Bull Shit. War is hell. There are always atrocities, many of which we commit. Why? Let us not forget that the horrid state of war is horrid. Grant knew it. Jackson knew it. MacArthur knew it. Tyler knew it. God Damn Sherman knew it. Patton did not say show ‘em heaven he said “Give ‘em hell”. They are not called the rabbits of war. They are not called the cute fuzzy hamsters of war. They are called the fearsome dogs of war. A people can not participate in war and in some way not sacrifice their humanity, their ideals.


War is evil so that two armies will never again want to make a killing charge into each others lands. But time and time again we forget this lesson. We win. Arrogant we forget the men we lost to Britain, Spain, and Mexico. We believe we can handle the demons of war, when in fact we become the demons of war.

War is not a game to be played lightly. Millions of lives are touched in said game. Families are destroyed. Brilliant soldiers die in a crimson pool of blood, sweat and tears. And most, they don’t die. They get carved up loosing legs and arms. Why, for our damned national pride, because no president wants to be known as the one who lost a war. The one who bowed and showed we are not bullets but people.

Wait. What about appeasement. Germany ripped right through France. Show no weakness, no hole in the defenses. Yes, but don’t rush into an ambush. Don’t act like you want a long bloody war. This is not the west of the movies this is international politics.

P.S.

Put a stop to selling our weapons over seas. That is what got us in trouble in the first place. Reconstruct from the ground up public education. Don’t just patch it. Offer awards to those who prove to be innovative to give rise to science and Art.

The Shadow Grips

I let go
In my woe
I don’t care about
About ethics
Or methods

I want to see Wrath
Both my own and others
I start to scream the word dare

How dare
I dare
I dared

Voices rising
Eyes glaring
The fighting of wills
Both never looking back
Never turning back
Never falling back

Darkness at Night

Blind. The darkness enwraps me
I can not see if it’s a harmless sparrow
Or a thief
Or a murderer

Run get to the light as swift as you can.
Honks on the street
Metal things going way to fast
Spurts of light creating wild shadows
But never enough to bring the calm

Shadows and Sounds
Chaos and the Unknown
I just want to reach home

Love

There never hath been a story of more woe
Love lost, love had. It all ends so so sad
Than that of Juliet and her Romeo
Death leads love down a path so so bad

Through break up or divorce or crushing death
Love never ends a rose but a weed
Over grown, overblown. It does take my breath
I hope no one ever plants that dark seed

Keep it from me. Should I remain stoic
And not let of that love feelings fester
Stone hard, Iron cold would that make me more heroic
Love, it should never be my grand master

And what of all the hero’s horrid woe
In that sad grand tale of Othello

Conversation with my Hyde

Come on kid let me out.
Hell no! I can feel you I know what you’ll do if I let you out.
Come on you need me. I know you call on me.
Yeah but I’ve never let you out raw.
Why don’t you?
Because you’re all passion and fire
Anger and Ire
You my friend are destruction incarnate.

Fun at Night

I look up at the big black blue,
Wondering what am I going to do.
Stars barely in sight,
Making me realize I have no clue,
What I dare do on this night.

Shall I walk the streets to a pub?
Or maybe dance around at a night club?
Plenty of things to see and hear
Maybe I go eat, and grab some grub
For I have nothing to fear

For this is night my dear
My time
Every thing is oh so clear
And every one is in such good cheer
We are all here to wine and dine.
And have a great fine time.

The Beast

I feel and fear what is deep within
The growing beast
Born of hatred and destruction and honor as well
Yes honor
Insulted Pounded honor
The honor bore the anger
The anger bore the rage
The rage bore the hatred
The hatred---bore--- the--- beast
But at its core the beast is still the honor
It runs and jumps and punches and pounces
But it laughs and plays and sleeps and eats
It yells and cries a bit too
It helps me compete with all the rest
And stays with me lest
I lose this creature wild and free
and become what I hate to be
boring and simple and stupid and stuck
Without it I would lose my Puck

Style

What life shall I make
A life of my own stake
Style and guile
Take me around
I hope its found
Before this life goes into the next
And the ship crashes into the wrecks
And the decks
Rot away

And all that I have to say
Is silenced and waylaid
Across the stars and time
Perhaps without rhyme

I walk this day
My own way
With a fey
A muse of heart and soul
As she cajoles
At my spirit

Helping me to again feel it
What was once thought to be lost
Was just lying as quiet as a mouse
But at last I sense it again in my house

Battle Cry of the Destroyer Mine

Hand me my sword and my shield
Then flee back and don’t return to this field
For all here shall perish
Everything and every one will crumble at my hands
Fight
Spread your hurt
your pain
your scars
your tears
return what the world gave you
destroy
Employ
all of your might
to see that all around is ground
and never again found

Split Pact

Parts of me vote
All with hope
They will obtain my life
For I do not own it
The portions of my mind
Fight for control

The lover, The fighter
The general, The constable
The actor, The doctor
And others

Oh so many others grasping
For the chance
To been seen
And believed
And not bereaved

Born to one body
Some thought to be mere folly
All with their own calling
And destiny
Not knowing
What they need

The Rage of a Phoenix

The water’s calm fades
A cascade
A torrent
It starts

A Spark
The winds pick up
The storm has been summoned
What was deep within rises

Passions and Power
Fire and Ire
Wroth and Wrath
The rage leaves its cage
Unrelenting, unstoppable, uncontrollable

LET IT BE

It is like water
The glaciers have melted and will become a river
perhaps a small stream
but for now it’s a surge
It will alter the world maybe for the better
but will scar it first
And tear itself apart

A clap is sounded and it begins

From beneath the water
Beneath the pain
The thunderous cry is heard
From the fiery bird

It would have died soon enough
But it has been awoken
And released
And rebirthed

Over and Over
The Cycle of Calm and chaos
The waters fall.
It has been trapped again
How long before it escapes once more?
Let loose the anger within

Evil

Are good and evil as simple as day and night
The darkness and the light
The right and the blight
Or is it the gray
Choice my friend
Leads us to do what we might

Moving sands of shifting color
Making it seem all the more subtler
The line between the two
So soft that very few
Can see that they are the same
Although it is not very plain

Death of a Maverick

He opened his eyes. And he saw what he hadn’t. He opened his eyes and saw life. He opened his eyes and saw death. He pulled himself out of his slumber and realized what he was searching for did not exist. There is no paradise. There is only here, now, and then after the rest, death.

Mavrik Ader was just a man. If you had seen him on the street you wouldn’t think a lot about him. You would see a medium sized dark man., a stranger. And you would pass him by. He would probably do the same to you. After all there are more than six billion people on earth aren’t there? What makes this man so special? Was he wealthy? Was he intelligent? Was he famous? Was he strong? He was none I guess you could say he wasn’t special.

Being a man of habit, he did the same things everyday. He always did what his boss told him, no more, no less. He always did what the few friends he had asked of him. He ate the same foods went to the same places. He feared spontaneity and instability. His parents always told him, "Be responsible, and be dependable". Up until now he had always obeyed that command but in doing so he drained all excitement from his life.

Living when all the strings of his life were not his, one day made the middle aged man cry. Starting a business, writing a book, having a wife, having children, and having a house had once been his dreams. He had forgotten that. Letting himself be trapped by simplicity and tendency control of his life had left him. Why? Because he had been afraid of what would happen if he had left the path he appeared to be on.
He decided he would change. He decided that he would live his life as he wanted. When his boss asked him to work overtime on a Saturday with out compensation, he refused. When his neighbor asked him to baby-sit he refused. When a friend asked him to buy a hamburger for him he refused.

The next night sleeping, thinking another thought came to him. What if it was too late? What was he really changing? Nothing. What good was he doing? Should go back to the way things were. Should he go back to that hell? No. What should he do? He contemplated and then he thought, “Die” He went to the top of his apartment building’s roof and jumped.

He opened his eyes. And he saw what he hadn’t. He opened his eyes and saw life. He opened his eyes and saw death. He pulled himself out of his slumber and realized what he was searching for did not exist. There is no paradise. There is only here, now, and then after the rest, death.

It sucks, but we’ll take it

Ma, what’s on TV?
Nothing seeking to tell or give truth
Reality that’s not reality
And comedy that’s not witty
Its sucks, but I’ll take it

Ma, what’s to eat?
Foods that are fattening and greasy
Shit that that won’t even fill you up
Junk that’ll kill you up
It sucks, but I’ll take it

Ma what is it I can wear?
Shirts and shoes worth a third of what I paid
Glasses and Watches cost more than a car
They don’t even last that far
Before they will be out of style
It sucks, but I’ll take it

Ma what’s to hear?
A glorification of Sex and Drugs
Making it seem fun
When you know you’ll regret last night in the fucking –
Damn it, my head.
Who’s that in my bed?
--Morning
It sucks, but I’ll take it

Ma what’s to say?
No words that will distinguish you
From the world around you
And make you feel intelligent and excellent
It sucks, but I’ll take it.

Ma why do I take all this idiotic shit they feed me?
Because you do
You don’t stop and say
There’s no way I will pay
For this garbage you are feeding me
And I will let you see
What will happen when I make my own
TV, and music, and food, and clothes,
And on top of that
Give the world my words
Because it is absurd
That when
It sucks, we’ll take it