brazen plume
INT. ALEX'S CELL PHONE - DAY
Alex walks down a bustling street, the sounds of traffic and people surrounding him. His phone buzzes, indicating an incoming call. He hesitates for a moment before reluctantly answering.
ALEX
(sighs)
Hello?
MR. TURNER (V.O.)
(sarcastic tone)
Ah, Alex, how's life on the streets treating you? Enjoying your newfound independence?
Alex's face tightens as he recognizes his parents' voices. He stops walking and leans against a nearby wall, bracing himself for their usual condescension.
ALEX
(bitterly)
What do you want, Dad?
MS. TURNER (V.O.)
(mockingly sweet)
Oh, just thought we'd check in on our little runaway. Did you find a cozy park bench to sleep on?
Alex's grip tightens on the phone, his frustration palpable.
ALEX
(angry)
You know, for parents, you sure seem to enjoy the fact that your son is homeless. Is this what you've always wanted?
MR. TURNER (V.O.)
(laughs)
Oh, Alex, always the dramatic one. We're just trying to teach you a lesson, to make you realize the consequences of your reckless actions.
MS. TURNER (V.O.)
(smugly)
And by the way, we sold the rest of your belongings online. You won't be needing them where you're going.
Alex's anger turns into a mix of disbelief and hurt.
ALEX
(assured)
Not what matters, assholes. I still got my car.
MR. TURNER (V.O.)
(chuckles)
You should be happy we're generous enough to let you keep that piece of junk. Enjoy driving it around with no place to call home.
Alex's frustration has turned to confidence upon recalling that faithful night.
ALEX
(defiantly)
I remember throwing chili powder at you as you dropped the keys. I'll make it on my own though, just watch me.
MR. TURNER (V.O.)
(dismissively)
We'll see about that, Alex. Good luck out there.
The call ends, leaving Alex standing on the bustling street, his emotions raw and mixed. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the challenges ahead.
FADE OUT.
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