Pomona, California

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Written By Anthony Solorzano ll
Illustraded by Michelle De Los Reyes

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INT. DINNING ROOM
Francisco sits in the dinning table reading one of the many
books he surrounds himself with. Amongst the books, there’s
notebooks, textbooks and a lot of papers.
His two sisters, Sophie (11) and Stella (8), walk in.

SOPHIE
This room has better lighting. Are
you ready?

STELLA
Let’s dance.

SOPHIE
You need to dance like you want to
go viral. The last take was not
good.

STELLA
I told you I would get better.

SOPHIE
Okay, okay, let’s get to work.
Sophie begins to record Stella, after a few moves by Stella,
Sophie stops.

SOPHIE (CONT'D)
You’re dancing like an Instagram
star. THIS IS TIK-TOK! I’m going to
need to find a different dancer.

STELLA
MOM! Sophie doesn’t want to play
with me!
Stella runs out the room.

SOPHIE
Fran, boy, do I have a deal for
you. Are you ready to become the
next Tik-tok star?

FRANCISCO
Sophie, I have a big test coming
up, can you go bother someone else.

SOPHIE
MOM! Francisco is hitting me.

2.

FRANCISCO
WHAT! SHE’S LYING! I’m gonna get
you back you little brat.
Sophie runs out giving her brother the finger. Francisco’s
dad walks in.

DAD
YOU GIRLS NEED TO STOP FIGHTING!
Hey Fran, do you believe in 9/11?

FRANCISCO
Do I believe in two numbers?

DAD
NO! I mean, the incident that
supposedly happened back in 2001?

FRANCISCO
Dad, you need to stop diving into
Facebook adds.

DAD
The government knew, Fran, they
planned it all out.

FRANCISCO
Why would the government want to
kill its people?

DAD
Why would they invent Aids? Nobody
knows

FRANCISCO
Dad, it’s real. People died all
over the world because of it.

DAD
I know it’s real. The government
did that to its own people. They
have to clear their population any
possible way. Remind you of
anything? This COVID bull-caka.
Watch, I’m going to send you the
article I read.
Dad looks confused while staring at his phone.

DAD (CONT'D)
Can you send it to yourself? Add me
on Facebook.

3.

FRANCISCO
Dad, I don’t have one.

DAD
Make one so you can read this
article. Maybe you can learn
something. They don’t teach you
guys these things at school?

FRANCISCO
Uh, no.

DAD
Why do I even send you to school?
They need to start teaching you all
real stuff.

FRANCISCO
Can I study, please. I have a big
test coming up.

DAD
Chingate, pues.
Dad exits. His mom enters the room with purpose.

MOM
Franny, can you call this number,
pronto! They said to call now to
get a new juicer for only $39.99.

FRANCISCO
Are you sure they didn’t say three
installments of $39.99?

MOM
No, Franny! Hurry up, it’s gonna
sell out.

FRANCISCO
You don’t need another juicer. You
already have one.

MOM
Did you not hear me, $39.99! It’s
practically free.

FRANCISCO
I’m busy, mom, can’t you ask
Sophie?
Mom slaps Francisco in the back of the head.

4.

MOM
You need to stop messing with your
sisters!

FRANCISCO
I JUST NEED TO FINISH THIS DAMN
HOMEWORK IN SILENCE!

MOM
Vete, pues.

CUT TO:

EXT. LOCAL GANG PARK
A gang of teens hangs at the park in a circle. Lil Homie,
Campos, Brian, and Kevin surround Esteban.

LIL HOMIE
Aight foo, let’s see what you got.
Campos, Brian and Kevin stare viscously as they clench their
fists and press against other hand.

ESTEBAN
Let’s get down, bro.

BRIAN
Shut yo mouth and listen.

LIL HOMIE
Shut up, Brian. He listen’s to no
one but me. You backing him up,
Kevo?

KEVIN
Yeah, Lil Homie. I got you, bro.

LIL HOMIE
Let’s see what he has?
Esteban starts to run towards a fence, hops it, hops it back,
runs back to the group.

LIL HOMIE (CONT'D)
What’s his time?

CAMPOS
That foo did it in a minute, yo.
Kevin looks disappointed. Lil Homie follows his reaction with
a similar look.

5.

LIL HOMIE
Not look good, homie.

ESTEBAN
It’s the shoes, Homie. Give me
another shot. I can do it faster.

LIL HOMIE
Yo, we got no time for that shit.
Move on to the next test.

CUT TO:

EXT. OUTSIDE A LIQUORE STORE
The gang all have tall cans at hand.

LIL HOMIE
This yo’ next test, bro. Chugging
it.

BRIAN
Let’s get lit!

CAMPOS
Ready, foos?

KEVIN
I’m down.

ESTEBAN
Aint no thing, let’s get it.

LIL HOMIE
Let’s chug away.
The boys chug, after a few, the gang put their tall cans down
and pour one out on the floor. Except for Esteban.

BRIAN
This foo is a clown, yo.

CAMPOS
Come on, yo! This was for the dead
homies.

BRIAN
You got no love for the dead
homies?

LIL HOMIE
You think this is a game?

6.

KEVIN
You’re killing me, Steban.

ESTEBAN
I thought it was on speed test?

LIL HOMIE
You failing dawg. We testing yo’
mind, too. Let’s go. What’s next?

CUT TO:

INT. PUBLIC RESTROOM
Campos hands Esteban a spray can.

CAMPOS
Get to it, foo. Claim your clique
with your name. We will be looking
at your writing and the speed.

BRIAN
I don’t know about this guy, Kevin.
He looking too green for us.

LIL HOMIE
Brian, can you just shup up, yo.
Let him show us what he’s got.

KEVIN
This is where it’s at, Lil Homie. I
saw his work and that’s when I
thought he was a fit for us dawg,
on god.

LIL HOMIE
Let’s see.
Esteban starts to tag on the wall of the restroom. He’s deep
into it, conscious of his time and accuracy.

BRIAN
Can down, foo. Let’s see your work.
The words are jumbled together. It’s not the best tagging
around.

CAMPOS
Yo, what the shit does that say?

ESTEBAN
“Lil Little”

7.

The group laughs out loud.
LIL HOMIE

Iono, Kevin. This aint it. Your
scouting aint it bro. Shit is
whack. Get this foo outta here.

BRIAN
That’s one of the stupidest tags
I’ve heard bro, no cap. That’s
coming from a homie who’s name is
“Dumms,” a miss spelled ‘dumb.’

CAMPOS
He’s a joker, yo.

KEVIN
Let’s go, Steban.

ESTEBAN
That was some of my best work, what
the fu...

KEVIN
Let’s go.

LIL HOMIE
Don’t come back with another one of
them busters.
Kevin and Esteban exit to a crowd of laughter from the
others.

CUT TO:

EXT. STREETS OF POMONA
Francisco walks with a backpack full of books, listening to
music on his headphones. Kevin pulls up on a bike.

KEVIN
Aye foo, what up?

FRANCISCO
Hey, what’s up?

KEVIN
You listening to rock, dawg?

FRANCISCO
Hm, nah, I’m listening to Kanye
West.

8.

KEVIN
You look like one of those rocker
foos, with your tight pants and
shit. You a rocker huh?

FRANCISCO
Uh, I just like music.

KEVIN
Where you from dawg?

FRANCISCO
Uh, I’m from here.

KEVIN
You bang, dawg? Where you from?

FRANCISCO
From here, Pomona. You know, the
city we are currently walking?

KEVIN
You don’t think I know the name of
the city, foo? You diss my crew,
dawg? Bang that shit, on God, I’ll
mess you up. You bang?

FRANCISCO
I’m just trying to get to the park.
I don’t bang. I’m not dissing your
gang, I just want to pass my
fucking test.

KEVIN
Aye, chill foo. It’s cool. You a
smart ass, I can see that. That’s
cool, bro. Stay in school.

FRANCISCO
Do you go to school?

KEVIN
Only when I’m hungry. I fuck with
those taco pockets.

Cool. FRANCISCO

KEVIN
Watch where you walk, though. The
streets are always hot in Pomona.

9.

FRANCISCO
I have pepper spray near reach.
Thanks for the heads up.

KEVIN
Aye foo, you blaze?

CUT TO:

INT. KID’S HOUSE

Francisco and the Kevin sit at the house, smoke surrounds
them as they laugh.

FRANCISCO
Yo, what were we laughing about?

KEVIN
Your boss ass sister giving you the
finger.

FRANCISCO
Yeah, yeah, I’ve taught her well.
Do you live here by yourself?

KEVIN
Nah dawg, with my mom. She’s never
home.

FRANCISCO
She doesn’t mind if we smoke in the
house?

KEVIN
Shit, I don’t care. I don’t know
about her. Let’s roll it up again
or what?

Sure. FRANCISCO

Kevin takes his wrapping papers but it’s empty.

KEVIN
Aye foo, what about your test?

FRANCISCO
I’m going to make that test my
bitch.

KEVIN
We about to get wild.

10.

FRANCISCO
I’m cocky like that.

KEVIN
Nah foo, who cares about your test,
we don’t have paper.

FRANCISCO
Are you serious?

KEVIN
Yeah dawg, and I don’t have a
piece.

FRANCISCO
Fuck it, let’s eat it?

KEVIN
You fucking stupid dawg.

There’s a knock at the door. The kid walks over.

Sup? KEVIN (CONT'D)

TEACHER
Hey, Kevin! How’s the homework
coming along? What do you have
there? Is that broccoli, oh, no, I
see what it is.

KEVIN
Homework? Oh yeah, dawg, uh, I’ve
been busy foo. Didn’t have time to
finish it. I got you next week
though. Fo’sho.

TEACHER
No worries, Kev. Here’s this week’s
package.

KEVIN
Fuck man, another one? I still have
last weeks.

Kevin grabs the homework, getting ready to throw it away.

FRANCISCO
Don’t throw away...

KEVIN
That’s right, foo. You can do it
for me.

11.

FRANCISCO
No! I don’t have time for that.
Bro, we need paper!

KEVIN
Bro! You smart-rocker-son-of-a-
bitch. Hey Ms! I’ll take it.
Kevin slams the door on the teacher.

KID
Let’s blaze!

THE END