Ice Princess2005

Gen:
(tries to talk to Casey before class) Casey! (as she walks away) I'm in good shape! I can keep up with you!

Casey:
Go away!

Gen:
Casey, I didn't know!

Casey:
(storms off upset) Right!

Tina:
(catches Gen bunking off skating to go to school) Where have you been? You are aware you had practice half an hour ago!

Gen:
(turns around from her locker) Yes, I'm aware!

Tina:
And?

Gen:
And I'm done!

Tina:
Done?! (walks toward Gen)

Gen:
I'm quitting!

Tina:
You've got to be kidding. That's ridiculous!

Gen:
No; I was ridiculous for putting myself through this for so long! We both know I don't have the talent!

Tina:
Gen, perseverance is nine-tenths of mastering any sport.

Gen:
Do you know what I want? No, you don't know what I want! Because you never cared!

Tina:
(to onlooking crowd) If you have any sense of self-preservation, you'll scatter. (to Gen) I'm listening!

Gen:
I want to stop missing school! I like school! And you know what? It's stupid! And the band will probably be horrible, but you know what I want? I want to go to the homecoming dance! And I want to go with Brian! And I want to stop feeling like an idiot for flunking math because I don't have the time to learn it! And I want–!

Tina:
(shouts) All right! (says softly) All right. I can see that maybe we've overdone it!

Gen:
Overdone it? Just a little! Casey's skates, Mom?

Tina:
We'll continue this discussion at home!

Gen:
(slumps down the wall, crying. Then Casey offers her hand to help her up) You heard the whole thing?

Casey:
Yeah! Are you okay?

Gen:
(nods her head) It's your slot, Case! If I drop out you're right next! You're going to sectionals!

Casey:
No. Thanks, but tomorrow's my Harvard interview! That's my slot! That's what I should be doing.

Gen:
Are you sure about that?