[ OT ] We 're doing the 48 Hour Film Project right now - we 're crowdsourcing our script !

Setting- In a apartment, Evening. 
 
 Aviv seated beside window ( closed ). Flower pot seated on window sill. A little red ribbon is tied around the flower pot. It is a gift to his parents; he is going to surprise them. 
 Aviv looks out window. He looks at the ceiling. He sighs. He is bored. He puts his hand on his chin. He readjusts his hand so he can pick his nose comfortably. He wipes his finger, in which he picked his nose with, on the flower pot. 
 
 He stands up. A small mirror hanging on the wall catches his attention. He checks himself out. He turns on his side and straightens his posture. He then pokes his belly. He faces the mirror and flexes his arms. Then he squints and raises his eyebrows at the mirror. 
 
 He shrugs his shoulders. Looks around room, He picks up the cat ’ s toy ball, throws it in the air and catches it. He sees the cat and tries to entice the cat. The cat does n't respond. He throws the toy over the cat ’ s head. The cat meows angrily. He picks up the small garden shovel, right beside the flower pot and acts as if it ’ s a sword. He prances around the room grunting as if his idea of fencing. His moves become more elaborate. He throws the shovel in the air and catches it with his opposite hand, turns quickly and slices the air. Again he turns quickly and slice the air, yet the shovel slips and hits the flower pot. He broke the flower pot. 
 
 Aviv -wide eyed- “ Gaaaahhhhhhhhh! ” 
 
 He clenches his fist tightly by his side. Throws his arms in front of face, fists still clenched, and opens them, fingers frigidly pointed front. 
 
 Aviv- A higher octave and still wide eyed- “ Gaaahhhhhhhhhhhh! ” 
 
 Cat walks out of the room. 
 
 He begins to pace the room trying to figure out how to fix the pot. He bends down in front of the mess and picks up the biggest piece of the broken flower pot. 
 
 Aviv-Staring intently at piece- “ Ummm… ” 
 
 He puts the piece down. Looks around room. And picks it up again. 
 
 Aviv-Staring intently at piece- “ *squeals in frustration ” 
 
 He puts it down again. 
 
 He paces the room with his hands on his face. He looks at the mess. Sighs. 
 
 Aviv- “ Okay. ” 
 
 He grabs two pieces of paper and collects the dirt and slowly pours it with the dirt on the window sill. He instinctively grabs the garden shovel from the window sill, bares his teeth and shakes his head ready to throw it across the room. When he realize what might happen, he gently put the shovel on the chair. 
 
 He hums nervously as he then collects the flower pot fragments from the floor. He tries to piece them together on the flower pot, yet they continue to fall before he is complete. He finds the biggest piece and slowly balances it with the only standing piece of the flower pot. They stick together. He turns the fixed side of the pot to face the apartment. He props the flower up, so that it limply leans on the fixed side. He pats the dirt down so that it stops slowly pouring on either side. 
 
 He hears the lock of the front door turn. He quickly collects the dirt and fragments using the two papers. Open the window and tosses everything outside. 
 
 His parents walk inside. 
 
 Parents- Happy to see their son- “ Hi ” 
 
 Aviv- Standing awkwardly in front of window. “ Hi ” 
 
 They all continue to smile for an couple moments. Aviv takes a deep breath. 
 
 Aviv-Steps to the side. “ Present! ” 
 
 Parents- Touched by his thoughtfulness- “ Ohh! ” 
 
 They start walking to the flower pot, admiring it. 
 
 Aviv- Bites his tongue- “ Excuse me, I have to go. ” 
 
 He makes weird gestures with his hand. 
 
 Aviv- “ I ’ m late. ” 
 
 Aviv quickly hugs his parents and rushes out the door. Closing it behind him. The flower pot crumbles. His parents gasp. 

