Ghost whisperer: The next Generation::The Beginning Part 1

(Part 1 from 1. Fiction.)

Grandview High School at night. A blur figure sees the main entrance of the bulding, it walking to the hall past the trophy case and at the library turns to the right down another hall. The is goes to a science classroom. It pans low along a row of desks. It sees the windows. The counter in front of them is full
of various things: a skeleton, some vertebrae, jars of things in formaldehyde, a skull and a microscope. A fist punches through a windowpane and reaches in to undo the clasp. It's a boy and a girly, sneaking into the school.

Drake: Are you sure this is a good idea?

Boy: It's a great idea, now come on.

They crawl in. The figure goes to the hall. They come out of the classroom and walk
down the hall.

Drake: Do you go to school here?

Boy: I used to. On top of the gym it's so cool. You can see the whole
town.

He continues down the hall, but he stops him close to the intersection.

Drake: I, I, I, I don't wanna go up there.

Boy: Aw, you can't wait, huh?

Drake: We're just gonna get in trouble.

Boy: Yeah, you can count on it.

They almost kiss when Drake startles, draws a quick breath and turns his head around to look down the hall.

Drake: What was that?

Boy: What was what?

Drake: I heard a noise.

Boy: It's nothing!

Drake: Uh, uh, maybe it's something.

Boy: Or maybe it's some *thing*!

Drake: That's not funny.

He looks down the other hall.

Boy: Hellooooo! (to Drake) There's nobody here.

Drake: Are you sure? (looks away)

Boy: Yes, I'm sure.

Drake: Okay.

He turns back to him all vamped out. He growls and bites him. He
grunts in pain as they sink to the floor.

Patrick's room. The figure shows us him in bed. He's having the nightmares, with visions of the Mystery man, the underground city, his dad, vampires, demons and ghosts, various events and artifacts. He wakes with a start.

Melinda: (from downstairs) Patrick?

Patrick: (sitting up) I'm up, Mom!

Melinda: (from downstairs) Don't wanna be late for your first day!

Patrick: (to himself) No... Wouldn't want that.

The figure again sees the school. Melinda is pulling up to the school in her Jeep to drop off Patrick.

Melinda: Okay!

Patrick gets out.

Melinda: Have a good time. I know you're gonna make friends right away,
just think positive. (gives a thumbs up)

Patrick looks through the open car door and gives her mother a quick nod.
She turns to go and closes the door behind her.

Melinda: And honey?

Patrick looks back at her mom again.

Melinda: Try to have some fun?

Patrick: I promise.

Melinda: Okay.

Patrick faces the school and lets out a deep breath. Melinda drives off. We see a boy, doing his usual bob and weave through the crowd on his skateboard.

Boy: 'Scuse me, comin' through, pardon me, 'scuse me, whoa! 'Scuse
me, not sure how to stop! Please move, whoa, 'scuse me... (notices
Patrick) Whoa!

He stares at him and doesn't notice that he's headed right for the stair railing. He crashes into it and falls beneath it, grunting in pain. A girl walks up and has to step high to avoid tripping over his legs.

Boy: I'm Okay. I feel good.

She looks down at him, smiling and pulling her hair behind her ear. While Patrick is trying not laugh his heart out. He then goes straight ahead to the Principals SheridanĘs office. Patrick is seated. He has his school records and walks around the desk to his chair as he looks them over.

Mr. Sheridan: Patrick Summers, sophomore, son of the late Jim Clancy. Interesting man, quite a career...

He sits, takes the sheet he's reading and tears it into four pieces.

Mr. Sheridan: Welcome to Grandview High! A clean slate, Patrick, that's what you get here. What's past is past. We're not interested in what it says on apiece of paper, even if it says... (reads) Whoa.

Patrick: Mr. Sheridan...

Mr. Sheridan: All the kids here are free to call me Bob.

Patrick: Bob...

Mr. Sheridan: But they don't.

He begins reassembling the torn sheet.

Patrick: I know my transcripts are a little... colorful.

Mr. Sheridan: Heeey... We're not caring about that. Do you think, uh,
'colorful' is the word? (tapes the paper) Not, uh, 'dismal'?

Patrick: Wasn't *that* bad!

Mr. Sheridan: You started screaming at your gym teacher.

Patrick: (exhales) I did, I really did, but... You're not seeing the big
picture here, I mean, that gym was full of g... Arlic, I am alergic to that.

Mr. Sheridan: Patrick, don't worry. Any other school they might say 'watch your step', or 'we'll be watching you'... But, that's just not the way *here*. We want to service your needs, and help you to respect our needs. And if your needs and our needs don't mesh...

He puts the poorly repaired sheet back into his file and slaps it shut. He gives him a thin, nervous smile.

Patrick comes out of Mr. Sheridan's office. He opens his bag and rummages through it as he walks into the hall right in front of a girl and a boy. The girl bumps into him, making him lose his grip on the bag and spill its contents.

Patrick: Oh! Sorry!

Girl: That's okay.

Patrick: (looks down at the mess) Oh...

The skater boy hears the noise, looks back, quickly comes over and squats down next to him to help him gather his things.

Skater boy: Can I have you?

He gives him a confused look.

Skater boy: Duh... (chuckles) Can I help you?

Patrick: (smiles) Thanks.

Skater boy: I don't know you, do I?

Patrick: I'm Patrick. I'm new.

Xander: Xander. Is, is me. Hi. (smiles)


Patrick: Um, thanks.

They finish gathering up everything.

Xander: Well, uh, maybe I'll see you around... maybe at school... Since we... both... go there.

Patrick: Great! (they stand up) It was nice to meet you.

He starts down the hall.

Xander: (unimpressed with himself) We both go to school. Very suave. Very not pathetic.

He notices a talisman still on the floor.

Xander: Oh, hey! (picks it up) Hey, you forgot your... talisman!

Patrick doesn't hear him and continues down the hall. Xander holds on to the talisman. The bell rings and all the students are heading to class including them Patrick too. The teacher writes "The black Death" on the board and then turns to the class.

Teacher: It's estimated that about twenty-five million people died in that one four-year span. But the fun part of the Black Plague is that it originated in Europe how?

Kate is taking notes. So is Patrick, seated next to her.

Teacher: As an early form of germ warfare. If you'll look at the map onpage sixty-three you can trace the spread of the disease into Rome, and then north... Patrick doesn't have a book and looks around for help. Kate notices and shares her book.

Patrick: (to Kate) Thanks.

Teacher: And this popular plague led to what social changes? Steve?

The bell rings and the students get up to leave.

Kate: Hi! I'm Kate. (offers her hand)

Patrick: (accepts it) I'm Patrick.

Kate: If you're looking for a textbook of your very own there's probably a few in the library.

Patrick: Oh, great, thanks. (they get up) Where would that be?

Kate: I'll show you, come on. (they start out of the classroom) So you're from Grandview, right? The antique shop?

Patrick: Uh, yeah.

Kate: Oh, I would *kill* to get a shop like yours. That close to the weird things?

Patrick has to laugh as they go into the hall.

The two of them walking down another part of the hall.

Kate: Well, you'll be okay here. If you hang with me and mine, you'll be accepted in no time. Of course, we do have to test your coolness factor. You're from Grandview, so you can skip the written, but let's see. Vamp nail polish.
Patrick: Um, over?

Kate: So over. James Spader.

Patrick: He needs to call me!

Kate: Frappaccinos.

Patrick: Trendy, but tasty.

Kate: John Tesh.

Patrick: The Devil.

Kate: That was pretty much a gimme, but... you passed!

Patrick: Oh, goody!

They turn toward a drinking fountain. Andrea is there. She straightens
up and sees them coming.

Kate: Andrea! Nice dress! Good to know you've seen the softer side
of Sears.

Andrea: Uh, oh, well, my mom picked it out.

Kate: No wonder you're such a guy magnet. Are you done?

Andrea looks at the fountain, then back at Kate.

Andrea: Oh!

She turns and leaves. Patrick watches her go for a moment, then looks back
at Kate after she starts talking again.

Kate: You wanna fit in here, the first rule is: know your losers. Once you can identify them all by sight (glances after Andrea) they're a lot easier to avoid.

Patrick lets out a nervous laugh and nods. She looks at Andrea again, who has gone through the door at the end of the hall. Andrea looks back at them before she continues. Another area in the halls. The two of them continue their walk to the library.

Kate: And if you're not too swamped with catching up you should come by the Bronze tonight.

Patrick: The who?

Kate: The Bronze. It's the only club worth going to around here. They let anybody in, but it's still the scene. It's in the bad part of town.

Patrick: I donĘt know (stops outside the library doors)

Kate: Oh come on. (laughing) It will be ok, trust me, you should show!

Patrick: Well, I'll try. (looks toward the library) Uh, thanks.

Kate: Good. So, um, I'll see you in gym, and you can tell me absolutely everything there is to know about you. (waves and goes)

Patrick: (waves back) Great! (to himself) Oh, that sounds like fun.
He goes into the library. He comes in and looks around. It looks deserted.

Patrick: Hello? (continues in) Is anybody here?

He looks at the book checkout counter and sees a newspaper. A picture has been circled. The caption above it reads "Local Boys Still Missing." Rick comes up behind him and taps him on the shoulder. He spins around, startled.

Patrick: Ooo! (exhales) What are you doing here!

Rick: Surpise! ThatĘs my second job, i need the money you know.

Patrick: Anyway I was looking for some, well, books. I'm new.

Rick: Patrick right?

Patrick: Good call! Guess I'm the only new kid, huh?

Rick: You are the only one that can understand my sense of humor.

Patrick: Look where that leads me.

He heads around behind the counter, while Patrick hears a whisper, he spins around slowly focusing the direction from the whisper and sees a boy he gets starled.

Rick: What is it?

Patrick: Oh no. Where is my talisman (he turns around, searching his bag)

Rick: You know, thatĘs not gonna stop them.

Patrick: But why me? Why donĘt they just go to my mom?

Rick: Have you ever crossed your mind that you might be more powerfull than she is?

Patrick: What! No! It canĘt be. I donĘt wanna be more powerfull than my mom! Anyway, I'm gonna need 'Perspectives on 20th Century...'

Rick: (interrupting) I know what you're need! Look just talk to the ghost, maybe it requires your help and not your mothers. How did he/she look like?

Patrick: He was tall, kind of cute i would say, oh I think he is here (he turns around) Who are you?

Ghost: I am Devon Miles, I used to go to school here.

Patrick: Do you remember when or where you died?

Devon: Yes.

Patrick: Well?

Devon: Yesterday, here at school.
Two girls are talking about Patrick, when one of them opens her locker. The dead boy falls out of the locker onto the girl's arm. She screams and lets the body fall. Melinda storms in and sees Devon and DevonĘs fade.

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