EACH ONE REACH ONE AT
YOUTH SERVICES CENTER
JUNE 17, 2017
TRYING TO GO WITH THE WIND
by FELIPE B. R.
Little Flyer, the Paper Airplane, age 14 years.
Bright, the Sun, his mother.
MLK Jr. Park in East Palo Alto. You see a baseball field, a playground. You see guys standing on one side of the park and other guys standing on another side of the park. They are older guys, doing nothing at a park where little kids play, they are drinking, rolling dice; just bumming it. In the air above there’s lots of paper airplanes flying around.
A summer day.
Little Flyer is alone in the park looking up at the other paper airplanes.
Damn Bruh, I’m trying to be out already! But like, it’s hella early and the other moms already let them leave. But damn, I wonder what my mom’s going to say. She’s over protective. Probably gonna say “NO”, but I’m gonna ask anyway. I wanna go chill with them already.
(excited) My best friend is out there, look at his wings! I know I could fly higher than him, cause his wings looking kinda rusty.
What are you doing at the park so early?
(suspiciously) Why your wings look so good??
Why your friends up there in the sky???
You got something to tell me????
I’ve been trying to tell you…I don’t want to tell you…Mom, I’m trying to leave. There’s this WIND that’s coming and it’s gonna blow me over The Bridge! I’ve been trying to see what’s over there.
What’s over there that you want to see that you can’t see over here?
EVERYTHING. Everything. I want to explore. I’m just tired of seeing the same things everyday.
That’s what your older brother, Big Flyer, told me. But look at him now. He got lost in the Wind. I don’t want to loose you too.
But that’s not gonna be me!
That’s what your brother said.
Maybe if I go out there, I might see him and convince him to go home. (to himself) Damn,I wish my brother was here. I hope I do get lost when I go out there so I can be with my brother.
I did wrong with your brother. I gave your brother too much freedom and he took it to do wrong instead of good.
I’ma do good.
(LITTLE FLYER decides) I’m out. I’m gone.
What you mean, you’re gone?!?
I mean, that’s what my brother did and you didn’t do nothing to him.
(BRIGHT slaps LITTLE FLYER in the face.)
And that’s why he’s not going to be with us for a very long time. Oh, I didn’t mean to do that. I’m sorry, Son. I love you very
much and I don’t want to lose you too.
(LITTLE FLYER starts to leave again.)
I’ma let the rain start.
(It begins to sprinkle rain on Little Flyer)
Mom, help me out. I want it to be sunny again.
I haven’t been telling you, but I’ve been visiting your brother. He’s all torn up because he tried to fly higher than he could.
(very surprised) For real? Where’s he at?
He got stuck. Stuck on a barbed wire fence where all the other torn up airplanes are. He told me to tell you if you go out there, not to go alone. You’re too young. You’re too young to be out there by yourself.
I’m gonna be with my friends!
You don’t got no Friends. When the storm comes, your friends are just going to leave you by yourself.
Nah! They’re my friends. They’re not gonna do that to me.
(BRIGHT makes it rain harder)
(being sneaky) Mom, can you stop the rain so me and my friends could play while you’re thinking about this?
(BRIGHT stops the rain)
Now that it’s sunny, you got friends. But watch when the storm comes.
Alright, Mom, we’re gonna see.
(LITTLE FLYER goes to play with his friends, flying around in circles. He is really waiting on The Wind. He feels the first gust.)
Damn, I’m feeling nervous. I can feel the Wind already. It’s coming, any minute.
BRIGHT (looking around the sky)
Where’s Little Flyer at??
(screaming) Little Flyer! What you doing? Where you going?
LITTLE FLYER (looking back)
I love you Mom, but I can’t be your baby my whole life.
I swear I’ll make it up to you.
(BRIGHT makes the rain start again and reverses the Wind. LITTLE FLYER lands again.)
Mom, what have you done? I can’t fly to where I want to go to!
I feel like you’re growing up too fast. I want you to read this letter that Big Flyer wrote to you.
LITTLE FLYER (reading)
Dear Little Flyer,
Damn. It’s been a minute since I seen you.
I heard you trying to leave already.
Don’t make the same mistakes I made.
Look at me now. Stuck on a barbed wire fence.
I’m not gonna be there to see you grow up,
or our little brothers and sisters.
Lead a good example.
The one that I didn’t do.
I’m not going to leave you, Mom.
(BRIGHT and LITTLE FLYER feel the final gusts of the Wind blow by and the sky is calm)
END OF PLAY