BREAKING NEWS 🚨 Brooke wants a license, and Bethany gives her permission, but Brooke gets into a car accident.😳
[Scene: Evening. Brooke and Bethany are sitting in the living room. There’s a mix of excitement and tension in the air.]
Brooke: Bethany… I’ve been thinking about something for a while now.
Bethany: (glancing up from her phone) That tone usually means trouble. What is it?
Brooke: I want to get my driver’s license.
Bethany: (raises an eyebrow) Your license? Since when?
Brooke: Since forever, honestly. I’m tired of depending on everyone else. I want some independence.
Bethany: Independence… or late-night drives and impulsive decisions?
Brooke: (laughs nervously) Okay, maybe a little of both. But I’m serious. I’ve been studying, I’ve been practicing. I think I’m ready.
Bethany: Ready is a strong word.
Brooke: Come on, Bethany. You’ve seen me drive. I’m not that bad.
Bethany: “Not that bad” isn’t exactly reassuring.
Brooke: (leans forward) Please. I need you on my side. Just… say you believe I can do this.
Bethany: (sighs, then softens) I do believe in you. I just worry. Driving isn’t a joke, Brooke.
Brooke: I know. I’ll be careful. I promise.
Bethany: (after a pause) Alright. You have my permission.
Brooke: (eyes light up) Wait—really?!
Bethany: Really. But with conditions.
Brooke: Anything!
Bethany: No reckless driving. No showing off. And if you feel even slightly unsure, you stop. Got it?
Brooke: Got it. Thank you, Bethany! You won’t regret this.
[Scene shifts: The next afternoon. Brooke is in the driver’s seat, gripping the wheel. Bethany sits beside her.]
Brooke: Okay… okay… this is happening.
Bethany: Breathe. Mirrors?
Brooke: Checked.
Bethany: Seatbelt?
Brooke: On.
Bethany: Hands steady?
Brooke: Trying.
Bethany: You’ve got this. Just ease onto the road.
Brooke: (slowly presses the accelerator) Okay… smooth… smooth…
Bethany: Good. Keep it steady.
Brooke: (smiles nervously) I’m doing it!
Bethany: Don’t celebrate yet. Eyes on the road.
[A few minutes later. Brooke grows more confident.]
Brooke: See? This isn’t so bad.
Bethany: Confidence is good. Overconfidence? Not so much.
Brooke: Relax, I’m in control.
Bethany: Just stay focused—
Brooke: (glances briefly to the side) Did you see that dog—
Bethany: Brooke, road!
Brooke: I see it—I see it—
[Suddenly, a loud screech. Tires skid. A crash.]
[Silence. The air is tense.]
Brooke: (voice shaking) Bethany…?
Bethany: I’m here. Are you okay?
Brooke: I think so… I—I didn’t see the car coming.
Bethany: (takes a deep breath) Okay. Stay calm. We’re okay. That’s what matters.
Brooke: (tearing up) I messed up. You trusted me and I—
Bethany: Hey. Look at me.
Brooke: (looks over, shaken)
Bethany: Accidents happen. This is exactly why I was worried—but also why learning matters. You’re not the first person this has happened to.
Brooke: But it’s my fault…
Bethany: Maybe partially. But right now, we focus on staying safe and handling it properly. Panic won’t help.
Brooke: (nods slowly) Okay… okay…
Bethany: Turn off the engine. Let’s check if everyone else is alright.
Brooke: (takes a shaky breath, turns off the car) I’m so sorry.
Bethany: We’ll talk about it later. For now, we handle the situation.
[A few moments later, outside the car.]
Brooke: (quietly) I really thought I was ready.
Bethany: And maybe you almost were. But “almost” on the road is a big gap.
Brooke: Are you… mad at me?
Bethany: I’m shaken. But I’m not mad. I’m relieved you’re safe.
Brooke: I don’t think I want to drive again anytime soon.
Bethany: That’s okay. Take your time. Learn from this. That’s what matters.
Brooke: (softly) Thank you… for still being on my side.
Bethany: Always. Even when things go wrong.
[Scene fades with Brooke leaning against the car, still shaken, while Bethany stands beside her—steady, calm, and supportive despite everything.]
