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How am I ever going to learn anything if you are the one making all the choices for me?
- excerpt from One Chance

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One Chance
A Play by Courtney Jones

Performance: February, 2002
Thornton High School, Daly City


Time:11:30pm, January 1, 2016
Setting: A decision needs to be made by midnight to let Snow White snow or not!
Place:In the sky.  Snow White the snow lives inside her mother, Claire the Cloud. The air is cold.  There is a smell of fresh rain, wet grass and airplane exhaust.You can taste water and nothing.

At Rise: Snow White is looking at the clock. And informs her mother:

 



Snow White:

It’s about to be twelve o’clock Moma.

   
Claire: We have already discussed this a million times and
you are not going down there!
   
Snow White:   My mom is being the cloud that she is.  She doesn't understand me.  I don't understand her.  I guess we don't understand eachother.  She never lets me do what I want, what I need to do.  My mother lets Rain go down to the ground and hail, why not me?  I know that she is scared for me and just wants to protect me but how will I learn anything if I don't experience it on my own.  Why can't she let me snow?  My one wish is to be come a snowman for a little kid.  If I can put a smile on a kids face just for a few seconds it will mean the world to me.  If I can just get her to understand that.  I know she will let me go.  But I know her, she will never understand.  I ask her the answer is still the same.
     
Claire:   No!
     
Snow White:   She doesn't even let me finnish the question.  My sisters Rain and Hale get to go out once a week.  Maybe it's because they are older.  I don't know!
     
Snow White: Moma, why can’t I snow?  I be right back.
   
Claire: I heard those words before from you father and did he come back?
   
Snow White: What are you talking about? I thought that he had to be in Asia for business.
   
Claire:   Have a seat honey.
(Snow White takes a seat next to her mother.)
   
Claire:   I never told you this before but your father left me the first time you snowed.  He said “I be right back.”  And never came back.
   
Snow White:  

I can’t believe you never told me this!

   
Claire:   I didn’t want you to see your father as I did! 
   
Snow White:   Is that why you won’t let me snow?
   
Claire:   No.
   
Snow White:   Then why Moma!
Why!
   
Claire:   (in a soft tone) Because I’m trying to protect you.
   
Snow White:   From what? What do you have to protect me from? Huh! What?
   
Claire:   From your father. He seems to destroy everything he touches. I don’t want you to be in his path when you are down there.
 
Snow White:   Moma you don’t have to protect me. I’m a big girl.
   
Claire:   I can’t let you go down there.
   
Snow White:   Look Moma, you can’t protect me all you life.
   
Claire:   If the only way I can protect you is to not let you snow then that is what I have to do.
   
Snow White:  

That is not the only way! Why can’t you understand this is what I want! How am I ever going to learn anything if you are the one making all the choices for me?
 
(There is a silence in the room.)

   
Snow White:  

If you won’t let me go for 15 minutes then I go forever. I never come back, is that what you want - me never to come back?

   
Claire:  

No, of course not! I love you!

   
Snow White:   There is only 10 minutes left.
   
Claire:   (Claire takes Snow White by the hand and leads her to the clear glass table.)
 There is a whole world down there, are you ready for it?
   
Snow White:   Of course.  I have been ready.
   
Claire:   If I let you go promise me you will come back.
   
Snow White:   I PROMISE MOMA, I’LL COME BACK. I just want your permission.
   
Claire:   OK!
   
Snow White:   Thank you Moma. I love you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
(The countdown begins.)
   
Snow White and Claire:  
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one!
(Snow White snows.)
   
    The End.
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