When Kevin Davis and I used to teach together at PeeVee, we would talk about writing the ultimate screenplay, the one that we could sell to a studio, and thus could earn us livings by writing. Kevin had some great ideas, but never got around to putting any of them down on paper. We both left Honors positions at PeeVee in the same spring of ‘91, he to write grants for another division of the district, I to move on and back to Chumash.
At the end of my first year there, I finally got around to writing the screenplay that had been brewing in my head for years at PeeVee. In it, a bright high school junior, Megan Foster, looks into a series of seemingly unrelated student deaths and suicides. Gifted girl that she is, she believes they aren’t unrelated. Working intuitively and on hunches, she uncovers a secret student skinhead organization on campus. She lets her grades drop and behavior plummet in an attempt to infiltrate their ranks so that she can bring the group to justice.
What she doesn’t realize is that the skinhead group isn’t behind the murders, and that she is now the next on the list of students to be silenced. The real culprits? A rouge band of teachers, out to make the school better for everyone by off-ing problem students.
Wish fulfillment?
I don’t know... it never sold.
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