Tour guide

Our hero sits outside SMG on one of the stone benches, reading over some Finance notes on a sunny April day. A middle-aged couple walks by as part of a tour group.

FATHER
Uhm, excuse me?

HERO
(Looking up)...yeah?

FATHER
Sorry, just wondering...do you go here?

HERO
Yeah.
(Lifts up Finance book) Just doing a fair bit of cramming for finals.

FATHER
Oh, okay. So which, uh, school are you in?
(Akwardly points in different directions along Commonwealth Ave)

HERO
(Pointing up at SMG) Right here, SMG, the business school.

MOTHER
Oh that's nice.

FATHER
We're here visiting for our daughter Carol, she's thinking about coming here next year. She's on her own tour right now. So how do you like it here?

HERO
Oh it's pretty good. It's nice being in the city, and classes are generally pretty good.
(Noticing the mother's NYU sweatshirt) So are you looking at NYU as well?

MOTHER
Oh no, our older daughter, Lizzie, goes there.

HERO
Oh yeah? My brother goes there, too...well, not my brother anymore. No. No. No. He's my SISTER now....

MOTHER
What?

HERO (CON'T)
...he's not Danny anymore, it's "Danielle" now. Oh god (vomits a little in his mouth). I can't even look at him...HER in the eyes anymore (more vomiting).

FATHER
Uhhh...

MOTHER
Yeah, well we'd better catch up with the tour...

The couple walks away as our hero is left sobbing on the bench, contemplating the murder of his sister/brother.