The AQUATICS COACH enters, calling over their shoulder at students trailing behind.
COACH: Hurry up! Ain't writing tardy passes for people taking fifteen minutes to towel off and play dress-up. (This is clearly targeted at DYLAN and ADRIAN.)
TAILOR: (Approaches DYLAN from behind and slaps zir back.) Nice laps. Bet you were good to have on the river, eh, Pedro? (Laughs.)
ADRIAN takes a step toward him, but DYLAN grabs ADRIAN's arm and lets TAILOR walk.
DYLAN: It's not worth it.
ADRIAN: It'll be worth it as long as he thinks twice the next time he wants to talk like that.
DYLAN: Dude. No offense, but...(Pinches ADRIAN's scrawny bicep.) He won't care much about pissing you off.
ADRIAN: (Pulls his arm back, laughing.) Shut up. I don't need to rough him up anyway, wouldn't screeching till his ears bleed deter him enough?
DYLAN: Fair point, but everyone in a hundred-foot radius would suffer with him. Goes against the Geneva Convention. Besides, that kind of bullshit's good fodder for my next Herald column. (Ze pulls a notebook out of zir bag to jot down some notes.) Let me do the talking.
Exit.
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Let Me Do the Talking: An Attempted One-Act on Xenophobia and Effective Advocacy
Generel Fiktion*Technically complete, but in its first iterations. Feel free to leave feedback for future revisions!* Two high schoolers engage in dialogue regarding prejudice against marginalized ethnicities--particularly regarding undocumented Latinx immigrants...
