Landry: You obviously don't believe any of what you're saying.
Tyra: Fine Landry, why don't you tell me what to write?
Landry: I don't, this is your essay, I don't...
Tyra: What, should I write about my trashy family, about the fact that my sister's a stripper, or my mom is a high school drop out who drinks boxes of wine like it's water? Or about the fact that I lost my virginity when I was thirteen, or the fact that my papa wasn't around? How about that? Oh, I know what I should write about! The fact that up until two years ago I had enough hate in my heart to start a freaking car.
(pause)
Landry: What changed?
Tyra: What?
Landry: You know, what changed from two years ago? Why, why did you stop having enough hate in your heart to start a freaking car?
(pause)
Tyra: Jason Street got paralyzed. (pause) I realized that he was this great guy, I mean like this hero, and it happened to him. And it, it made me realize that life isn't fair for anybody. Not just me.
(pause)
Landry: Alright, and what else?
Tyra: I don't know, I became friends with Julie and Mrs Taylor started to take some interest in me. Started doing my homework. (pause) You. I met you. I started to feel like I was on the inside instead of the outside.
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