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I wrote this scene about ten minutes ago. I remember it being one of the major scenes from the first episode, but I tried to rework it to not be as derivative as some of the others I've written. The context for this scene is Kirk's just gotten a phone call from Elaine, had a lovely brief discussion with Violet and Amy about acting, and gotten Thomas, Nolan, and Violet's phone numbers. He'd heard about the Art Club earlier, and decides to go check it out:

Kirk watched his new friends walk off down the hall together, then thought back to his tour of the school with Sherry as he headed toward a staircase. If he remembered correctly, the art rooms should be down this way.

Most of the classrooms were already closed, Kirk noticed; it didn’t look like there were any last period art classes. But there was still one class with the lights on. It seemed as good a place as any to start.

Kirk poked his head through the door. “Is this the Art Cl-Holly?” His eyes widened when he saw the only other person in the room.

She looked up at him curiously, setting aside her pad.. “So, you can see me?” she asked, her voice calm. “That’s interesting.”

“Well, yes, I can see you. Why wouldn’t I?”

Holly shook her head, her hair moving like a wave to either side of her face. “Never mind. You’ll find out soon enough. So…what brings you up here?”

“I’m looking for the Art Club. Jerry, one of my classmates, told me about it. Are you a member?”

Holly nodded. “That’s right…but if you join, then I won’t be able to attend.”

“What? Why not?” Kirk asked. “It’s not something I’ve done, is it?”

“No…it’s just too complicated. One classmate is difficult enough. Two would be…unmanageable.”

“Unmanageable? What do you mean?”

Holly didn’t answer. Instead she picked up her pad, brushed her hair behind her ear, and resumed drawing. Kirk gasped. A piece of gauze was affixed by latex straps over her left eye.

“Your eye!” he exclaimed. “What happened to it?”

“You should know better than to ask someone a question like that” she said, not looking up. “Besides, the answer itself should obvious. I’m not a pirate; why else do people wear eye patches?”

''Oh. Right.'' “Hang on. You said you were a classmate with Jerry and I. But…I didn’t see you today. Are you in Class three-nineteen?”

Holly didn’t look at him. “I’m not usually in class. Sometimes I go, and sometimes I don’t.”

“Why not? And why would Jerry tell me he’d never heard of you? And Sherry. I suggested she and Thomas visit you after what you told me about your friend, and she got…scared. Why would she-?”

Holly set her pad down again. “You’re asking a lot of questions, Kirk. I don’t know about England, but in America, we call that an interrogation. I don’t like it. I want it to stop.”

“Sorry.”

Holly sighed. “It’s okay. It’s not really your fault. I suppose the others will explain things to you in the next few days, if they haven’t already. We probably won’t see each other again.”

“What do you mean?”

Holly shook her head. “It’s not for me to say. The others will explain it better than me. Just don’t worry, I don’t mind.”

“Don’t mind what?”

“I already said I don’t want to talk about it” Holly replied. “How much clearer can I make this to you?”

“Sorry” Kirk said again.

“Don’t worry about it.” She looked at the clock on the wall. “Well, it’s getting late. I have to head home soon. I’ll finish this later” she added, sliding her pad into a backpack which almost looked too big for her. With practices ease she slid the bag onto her shoulders, then headed for the door.

“Are you walking home?” Holly started to answer angrily, but Kirk held up his hand. “What I meant was, I will be too today. Maybe we can go together?”

Holly shook her head. “I…I don’t think that’d be a good idea. If anything, you should stay away from me. Getting close to me…it wouldn’t be wise.”

“What are you talking about? What’s wrong with you?”

“Thanks for checking up on me, and trying to get your friends to do the same, but…” Holly seemed to think her words through carefully. “I wouldn’t do it again, if I were you.” She walked away, heading down the hall without looking back.

“Holly!” Kirk called after her. “What’s going on? What are you talking about?”

She stopped, then turned and looked at him over her shoulder. “You should be careful, Kirk. It…it may have already started.”

“It?” Kirk repeated. “What do you mean?” “Goodbye, Kirk. I’ll see you…but you won’t see me.” Then she rounded the corner and was gone. Kirk stood there for a moment, trying to reason out just what the hell she’d meant. Curiosity got the better of him, however, and he hurried down the hall after her. “Holly!” he exclaimed, rounding the corner…only to come to a sudden stop. The hallway was empty.