INT: RAQUEL'S BEDROOM– EARLY AM
A cell phone alarm goes off, and we see a close-up of RAQUEL opening her eyes and drifting out of sleep. She has a mess of long black curls spread out on her pillow and dark brown eyes with caramel skin. She smiles big at the bright ray of sun beaming through her window.
Good morning, Mr. Sun! Isn't it great to be alive? I can't wait to go out there and take on the world!!
INT: SUBWAY CAR - A FEW HOURS LATER
Raquel is squished in between two very large women, one of which has fallen asleep on her shoulder. A man in a three-piece suit standing in front of Raquel keeps hitting her face with his NY Times. Two teen-aged girls by the door are loudly talking about another student.
Fade to black.
*smooches...finding inner peace a little harder than I thought*
do you want to get off?
is this your stop?
do you gotta have a triple-decker super fudge sundae
with a goddamn cherry on top?
i mean, what makes you so lavish
that you can afford
to spend every sober moment feeling angry and bored