The Truth

THE BASTARD!! He lied to me all my life - all my life. Making me think that I was alone, that he was my only family. I had a brother. My brother - simon, my sweet brother who just wanted for me to know the truth to at least know the truth and he was kept away from me for 19 years of my life.

Guess what? It was staged the photo, the world breaking international phenomenon was staged by yours truly Mr Jospeh Potter. Ha what a load of bull shit. It was just lie after lie after lie with him, he didn't care about me he just cared about his little secret but its out now and i'll make sure of that. Poor Simon all those years probably thinking that I didn't want to know him when i can't think of anything more i want. Joseph had the nerve to get angry at me, to actually make up more lies I can't believe this. The one man in the whole world I thought that I could trust turned out to be nothing more than a lying, manipulative, caniving Bastard! I can't believe I put up with him for so long.

Well, no more because i'm leaving off to Rwanda ; finally returning home after these long years me and Simon are goimg to be a proper family and Joseph Potter will exist no longer. Him and his cheese can fuuck themselves and live happily ever after just like I finally will. If your reading this Potter then i'll see you never.
Xx

Who Are We?

Approaching My Script
Approach the science of acting
Work out the given circumstances( imaginative rules your character lives by).
Fact (Black) or Opinion (Rude) use this to build character use characters to portray characters.

Joseph

• Adopted Alex from Rwanda
• His wife died (Meg)
• He is a well known photographer
• He lives in Hampstead (North-London)
• Lives alone in a big house
• Does wedding photography for friends (may have lost his game)
• Put on some weight due to cheese
• Offered an exhibition
• He likes cheese
• He hasn't seen Alex for six months
• He has seen a lot of other countries and cultures E.g. Vietnam
• Jelous of the relationship between Alex and Simon

Alex

• Has a brother called simon
• Lied to Joseph (dad) about being in university for 6 months
• Doesn't like the fact that Joseph left Meg when she was dying
• Quite rude
• Wants to go to Africa
• Lives in a bedsit
• Went to Cambridge for a little while then changed her mind.
• Worked at a bar and sainsburys

Simon

• Alex's brother
• Was in the church when his mother died
• He is segatious
• Doesn't like Joseph
• Applying for College
• Tried to take his own life
• Been searching for his sister for a long time
• He is quite young

How is Alex feeling

My character (Alex) is here to meet her brother (simon) and find out what has happened to him. My character wants to hear the truth about what happened to her brother. Alex is tired of being lied to and she finally wants to hear the truth from the two most important people in her life however she is having doubts about if she is really ready for the truth to come out. My character is physically bold but upset yet emotionally she is a little un-stable. She is unhappy and confused my character is in spring April in 2011 modern time she is in her living room in this room there is 3-seat sofa, 2 arm chair, table, TV.

Who Am I Really?

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I am Alex, Just plain old me I'm 18 years old and unlike anyone I know. I was born in Rwanda and if I am 100% honest I have no idea who I really am, I mean; who am I? I am the sad  little girl who watched her mother die in front of her very eyes and couldnt do anything about t - who ca't even remember it happening. I am unique I feel as though I am so different sometimes and not in the good way you'll never no how it feels to be this isolated, its like everyone hears what im saying but don't really understand what i'm saying. I am around 5'7 and I have a father named Joseph, he made me who I am today I am not a liar and do not liked to be lied to I don't tell dad everything because some things are personal even for him; I mean think about it do you tell your parents EVERYTHING? I work at a bar and I hope to go home to Rwanda one day - fingers crossed.

The Worst Day Of My Life

The Worst Day Of My Life

Everything was going fine – it was going great actually, I was at university, Cambridge University for Art and everything was going great but then I saw it.

It was a normal day in the university I got to my lecture on time; we were talking about Rwandan Genocide, when I heard the topic I knew that I was in trouble. My teacher was just going on about the deaths and the innocent people being tortured and left to die and all I could think about was my mother, was the fact that I would never be able to see her again because she was dead because they killed her. I felt the tears running down my cheeks I buried my head hiding my face, silencing my sobs and the second that I looked up my eyes locked onto what I could describe in one world…Hell.
There I was a young girl holding onto my mums hand wanting her to wake back up, to feed me, I was dressed in rags and the look in my eyes was more than fear and sorrow and worry, I was distraught, I was hollow inside, I was… well at that moment I was embarrassed. People had the actual nerve to look at me, to stare at me to feel sorry for me. To give me the look of pity if I wanted there pity I would’ve just asked, and as I got up to leave the lecture to leave the hell –hole the teacher spotted me and I saw the reorganisation spread across his face and the same look of pity in his eyes. He immediately turned off the projector and I was once again the centre of attention I’ve left the university now for good.