![]() ![]() She panics as she notices her wrinkling flowers, then hurriedly leans to her MOTHER in the passenger seat. With hardly any interest, Chihiro slowly pulls her frame to the backseat window, stares dispassionately for a moment, then sticks her tongue contemptuously at the school before laying back down.ĬHIHIRO: It’s gonna stink, I liked my old school. Her FATHER, a tall, brawny man in a sky blue polo, looks excitedly out the window, then turns back to Chihiro.įATHER Look, Chihiro, there’s your new school. She slowly turns her head toward the front seat. ![]() I’m gonna have to go to the next town to shop.įATHER: We’ll just have to learn to like it. MOTHER: This really is in the middle of nowhere. She is holding the bouquet on her lime & white striped shirt, and resting her yellow Velcro shoes on a moving box. ![]() Your best friend, Rumi.”Ī VOICE interrupts from the driver’s seat.įATHER: Chihiro? Chihiro! We’re almost there.ĬHIHIRO, a ten-year-old girl with a sulking face, is laying still in the backseat, staring at the car ceiling. A bouquet of pink flowers wrapped in plastic, with a hand drawn not embellished by crayon flowers and hearts.ĬHIHIRO: (V.O.) “I’ll miss you, Chihiro. ![]()
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