🎬 Episode 4 - "The Doodles of Laughter"

 

🎬 Episode 4 — “The Doodles of Laughter”

INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY — MIDDAY LIGHT
The corridor buzzes with chatter and footsteps. A blur of uniforms and sneakers.

The narrator walks past the lockers — slowing, scanning, pretending not to care, but clearly looking for one thing.

Her wall.

A pause.
Then she sees it.
And freezes.

Right below yesterday’s note — a doodle.

A tiny cartoon version of her: frizzy hair, oversized glasses, holding a coffee cup labeled “Fuel.”
The caption reads:

“Is this you, O Queen of Recess Philosophy?”

She laughs out loud. A couple of freshmen glance over. She covers her mouth, muttering,
“Okay, that’s rude. But… accurate.”

CUT TO:
She takes out her pen, crouches down by the wall, and draws back.
It’s terrible. Like, genuinely. A lopsided stick figure with wild hair and a suspiciously big nose.

She writes underneath:

“That’s you. Picasso’s nightmare.”

The next day — another doodle appears.
This time, the “boy version” of the stick figure has a heroic cape and a speech bubble:

“At least I have a better sense of proportion.”

She gasps.
“Oh, it’s on.”

Thus begins The Wall War of Doodles.

MONTAGE — A WEEK IN SKETCHES
— A crooked cat labeled “our spirit animal.”
— A pair of stick figures sword-fighting with pencils.
— An exaggerated “self-portrait” where both are laughing so hard they fall over.

Every new doodle feels like a secret note in a shared language — one built out of bad art and inside jokes.

VOICEOVER (soft, confessional tone):

I don’t know who he is. But somehow, between chemistry class and cafeteria chaos… he’s become the best part of my day.

Friday arrives. The hallway hums with weekend energy.
She rushes to the wall, expecting another silly sketch.

But today — there’s something different.

Just two stick figures, side by side under a drawn sky.
A simple caption:

“Rain or sunrise?”

She stares. The pen in her hand hesitates — just like her heartbeat.

The bell rings. Her friend calls her name.
She looks once more at the doodle, then quietly smiles.

“Maybe both,” she whispers.

As she walks away, the camera pans back — to the wall, still glowing faintly in the golden light.
A new pen tip hovers in the corner, unseen.
Ink presses against the paint.

“See you Monday.”

FADE OUT.

(To be continued... Episode 5 — “Rain or Sunrise”