(slow piano music) (mail slams down) (door creaks) – Hey, how was school? – It was okay. – Okay. (knocking) (sighs) – You got a letter. – Okay. Whatever. – Not whatever, look! This is the letter you wrote to yourself when you were 8. They mailed it back. – Alright. – what’s the matter? – Nothing. – I don’t believe you. – I’m just tired. – Don’t you want to read it? You’ve got to read this. It’s like the coolest thing. (phone vibrates) To Teenager Candice. That’s your writing. – I just have a lot of homework, okay? [Adult Woman] If you change your mind. (phone thuds) – Dear Candice of the future, yo, what up, girl? How’s it hanging? If you’re reading this, you’re a teenager now. OMG, it’s going to be so cool. I want to be a teenager so bad! What’s it like? It must be so awesome. (sighs) I have so many questions for you. I don’t know where to start! Are you in the high school musical? Are you a cheerleader? Are you on the basketball team? I just started soccer. Do you still play? – Not anymore. – Do you have lots of cool clothes? – I don’t know, some. – Did you dye your hair? – A few years ago, I did the tips. – Was it pink? – Blue. – That’s so cool! – Not anymore. – Um, can I see your cheer uniform? – I’m not a cheerleader! And I don’t play basketball, and I didn’t get a part in the musical. – [Girl] Do you wear makeup? – Why do you care? – I can’t wait to be you! Look at you. You’re amazing, you’re all teenagery and cool! and you have… That’s so weird. – Don’t touch them! – They’re mine too. – Not yet. Oh my God. Don’t be so creepy. Go away! (sighs) – Do you still like Justin Bieber? – I had tickets to his concert. – And? – Didn’t go. – What? Are you kidding me? I wanna touch his hair. – Yeah, well, he cut it. – You’re lying. Why would he do that? – Will you just get lost? I don’t need this right now. – Are you still friends with Victoria? (sighs) She moved. – When? – A few years ago. – Who are you best friends with? – Jessica. You don’t know her. She went to Westside. – These clothes are killer.
Seriously, I can’t wait to be you. – It’s not what you think it’s going to be like. – I love this jacket.
Where did you get it? – It’s from Ken. – Ken. Ken is? Oh my God, you have a boyfriend! We have a boyfriend. (gasps) We have a boyfriend! So you’ve kissed? – Yeah. – You’ve kissed a boyfriend! We’ve kissed a boyfriend! Oh my God, I can’t take this! (thuds) Hang on, what’s his last name? – Ferguson. – What? No, no, no, you didn’t. – What? – What do you mean “what”? Kenny Ferguson? He picks his nose and eats it! He’s gross. I sit beside him. – He was gross, but then he was sweet. Now he’s a jerk. – You swore. – No, I didn’t. – Yes, you did, you said the J-word. – There’s no J-word in swearing. “Jerk” isn’t a swear word. – Miss Gelardo says it is. – (scoffs) She was an idiot. – (gasps) You said the I-word. – Whatever. It’s my room. – Our room. – You fall in love with Kenny. (groans) Don’t worry, he breaks up with you. You get your heart broken? That’s so cool! These are the things I can’t wait for! – You know what? Enjoy being 8, you sheltered little brat. Because 16 sucks, and so does high school. – No, take that back! That’s not true. This is what I’m dreaming of. – It’s not a dream, it’s a nightmare. It’s not High School Musical. There’s no Troy Bolton. No one sings and dances in the hallways. People are mean.
They talk behind your back. You think you have friends, and you don’t. (humming) You fall in love with a loser guy
who’d rather break up with you than buy you a valentine. Nothing turns out the way you want it to. It sucks! (crying) Go ahead, cry. Get used to it. No one cares. Okay, you can stop now. – I can’t. – (sighs) I shouldn’t have said all that. – It’s okay, I’m fine. – Come here. – Just leave me alone. – Look, I’m sorry.
I didn’t mean it. – Yeah, you did. (sighs) – There’s good things too. – Oh yeah, like what? – Like… Like you win “fuzziest jammies” on Jammy Day. – I do? – [Candice] Yeah. – That’s cool. – Oh, and here, look at this. (medal clinking) You win this at the track meet in middle school. Second place for hurdles. – Second place at hurdles That’s so cool. What are hurdles? – You run. There’s these things in your way, and you jump over them. – (gasps) We jump over things? We are awesome!
Nothing stands in our way. – Yeah. – You should do that. With Kenny. – [Candice] (sighs) Okay. – Seriously, leave that nose-picker behind. – It’s not that simple. – Sure it is! – He was my first boyfriend. – He was your training wheels. He was put there for learning. You don’t put your training wheels back on your bike. You leave ’em behind and ride on your own. New adventures await! – Where did you learn to talk like that? – I’m smart, don’t you remember? I’m happy and I’m perky. I like to talk, I’m loud and confident and fearless, remember? – (sighs) Sort of. – Well, you should be me. – But I’m not you anymore, I’m me. – You’re me too. – I can’t just let you out.
You’ll scare people. – Scaring people is fun.
You should do it. (knocking) – Candice, dinner. Almost ready. – Like right now, you can scare her. – Okay? – Huh? – Dinner. Come on down. – Just do it! – I can’t. – Why not? – Yes, you can. Let me out. – Candice. (upbeat piano music) – Do it! – Mom? – Yeah? – I had a boyfriend. He was Kenny Ferguson, but he broke up with me. – What? – But I’m okay now, really. – Really? – Not really. (sighs)