User blog:Metool Bard/Fanfiction: Coming Up Short

Anyone else notice that Lynn is pretty short in stature for a teenager? I have. And that's what this next fan episode focuses on. It took longer than expected for me to get everything down, so I hope it was worth the wait. Anyway, here is:

Coming Up Short
Plot Summary: Lynn's self-esteem takes a hit when she loses a game of HORSE to a couple of familiar basketball-playing rivals who mock her for her height.

Script
''[We begin at an outdoor basketball court. Lynn and Paula are out shooting hoops, with Paula still in a cast and wielding her crutch. Lynn tosses the ball to Paula, who bats it away with her crutch and lands a three pointer.]''

Lynn: [whistles] Nice shot, Paula! You’ve been practicing?

Paula: Like you wouldn’t believe. I’m really aiming to get a spot on the Royal Woods Wildebeests this year.

Lynn: Same here. It’s gonna be great playing for an actual home team and not just for Flip.

Paula: [chuckles and rolls her eyes] Tell me about it. And hey, maybe you’ll actually be able to get your FLIBBR this time.

Lynn: Yeah, I sure hope so. Alright, let’s see if I can’t beat that range of yours.

Paula: [smirks] Good luck.

''[Lynn scoffs and dribbles the ball downcourt. Once she gets to the other side of the court, she takes aim at the net.]''

Lynn: Here it is, Paula. Three pointer from downtown!

''[Lynn takes the shot. Unfortunately, the ball bounces off the edge of the hoop. Lynn winces.]''

Paula: Good shot, Lynn. You were close.

Lynn: [sighs] Close only counts in horseshoes, Paula. I know that sucked. [she then smirks] Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna let it get to me. Just means I have to practice harder.

Paula: [nods] I hear that. Hang on, I’ll go get the ball so you can try again.

Lynn: Nah, you really shouldn’t exert yourself like that. I got it.

''[Lynn turns to go after the ball, but she stops when she sees two familiar girls. One of them picks up the ball and makes eye contact with Lynn.]''

Megan: Heh. Well, if that don’t beat all.

Lynn: Megan? Morgan? What’re you two doing here?

Morgan: What’s it look like? We’re here to play.

Paula: Aren’t you two from out of town, though?

Morgan: [scoffs] What’s that supposed to mean? We’re the Dead Ringer Sisters. We play wherever we want…

Megan: …and we win wherever we play.

''[The two girls give each other a fist bump. Lynn and Paula are not impressed.]''

Paula: Yeah, great. Whatever. But hey, that’s our ball right there. Could you give it back to us, please?

Megan: [sneers] And what if we don’t wanna? What’re you gonna do about it, Crutches?

[Paula flinches back while Lynn steps forward and scowls.]

Lynn: Whoa, hey. There was no call for that. Just give us back our ball and leave us alone.

Megan: I’d like to see you try and take it from us, Shorty.

[Lynn’s eyes go wide.]

Lynn: Excuse me?

Morgan: [mockingly] Oh, I’m sorry. Can you hear us down there, Shrimp?

Lynn: [rolls up her sleeves] You two are really cruising for a bruising right now. Cut it out if you know what’s good for you.

Morgan: [cackles] There’s nothing cuter than an angry chihuahua. Bark all you want, little doggie~!

Paula: [annoyed] Hey, what’s the big idea? We didn’t do anything to you.

Morgan: What, you mean besides poaching us from Beaverton for your stupid team just to ditch us before the final?

Lynn: [gesturing with her hands] Whoa, time out. I’ll admit I made a bad call there, but that doesn’t give you the right to be a couple of jerks.

Megan: Oh, you made a bad call alright, Small Fry. We carried your butts all the way to the finals, but instead of letting us win it all for you, you just kicked us to the curb. And your team still lost!

Morgan: It’s really no surprise, honestly. You Turkey Jerkies couldn’t hold a candle to us. [she towers over Lynn and sneers] And yes, that includes you, Pipsqueak.

''[Lynn snorts angrily and balls her hands into fists, trembling with rage. Paula steps forward, determination burning in her eyes.]''

Paula: Oh yeah? Well, I bet Lynn and I can play circles around you two!

''[Everyone stares blankly at Paula for a beat before Megan and Morgan burst out laughing. Lynn growls.]''

Lynn: You think that’s funny, huh? You think we can’t put our money where our mouths are? Alright then! You and us, two-on-two HORSE, right now!

[Megan and Morgan look at each other before sneering and throwing the ball to Lynn.]

Megan: You’re on, Napoleon!

Morgan: Yeah! This is gonna be your Waterloo!

''[Lynn starts fuming and gripping the ball tight. Paula places a hand on her shoulder.]''

Paula: Are you okay?

Lynn: [strained] F-fine. W-we’ll show ‘em. We can do this.

***

''[The next scene is a montage of the game of HORSE. Morgan nails a slam dunk, and Lynn takes the ball. She takes aim at the basket.]''

Megan: [hollering] Bit high up for you, Short Stuff?

''[Lynn flinches and messes up the shot. Paula takes note of this and scowls as Megan gets the ball. She lands a perfect shot.]''

Megan: [sneering at Paula] Top that, Crutches.

''[Paula just growls and punts the ball with her crutch. She manages to land her shot. Morgan goes and makes an impressive shot from the halfway mark. Lynn steps up again and tries for a slam dunk.]''

Morgan: Bit ambitious for you, huh, Tiny?

[The taunt causes Lynn to choke again.]

Megan: Looks like making that shot is a bit of a tall order for ya! [laughs]

[And again.]

Morgan: Don’t make this too easy for us, Little Girl!

''[And again. After another round, Lynn is completely red in the face and sweating bullets.]''

Paula: You can do this, Lynn. I know you’re better than them.

Megan: Could’ve fooled me. You’re one screw-up away from losing.

''[Lynn grunts and takes the ball to the other side of the court. Megan and Morgan whistle.]''

Morgan: Dang, girl. You really are trying to compensate for something, ain’t ya?

Paula: [sternly] Cut it out. The only reason she’s been messing up is because you two keep trying to psyche her out and make her choke.

Morgan: [shrugs] Ain’t our fault Small Fry over here’s a little baby.

Megan: Yeah. She’s about the size of one, too.

''[Lynn is trembling with rage and embarrassment. She tries to keep her focus squarely on the net.]''

Lynn: [chanting to herself] Three pointer from downtown. Three pointer from downtown. Three pointer from downtown…

''[With one final sigh, she leaps into the air and throws the ball. Unfortunately, it bounces off the rim.]''

Megan: And that’s HORSE. I told ya you couldn’t hang with us.

Morgan: Looks like the small fry came up short, just like we figured.

''[The two of them laugh and walk off with the ball. Lynn stands there, slumped over and trembling.]''

Paula: Lynn? Are you—?

Lynn: I gotta get back home. See ya later, Paula.

''[Lynn stomps off, her head hanging low. Paula looks on with a concerned frown on her face.]''

***

''[The next scene opens at the Loud House. Lynn slams the door open. Before she makes her way upstairs, Luan passes by with an ice cream cone in hand.]''

Luan: Hey, Lynn. What’s wrong? Did you lose a game of HORSE?

[Lynn flinches and gives Luan a dark look.]

Lynn: What?

Luan: Well, it’s just that you were out shooting hoops with Paula, and now you’ve come home with a long face. [laughs] Get it?

''[Lynn stares at Luan for a beat. After a jump cut, Luan is slammed against the wall and wearing the ice cream cone on her head while Lynn stomps upstairs.]''

Luan: [dazed] Was it something I said?

''[Lynn walks up to her door and looks up at the chin-up bar strapped to the frame. She reaches for it, but of course, she’s too short to grab it. She grunts and growls as she continues to try and grab the bar. As she struggles, Leni walks by.]''

Leni: Hi, Lynn. [notices Lynn’s struggle] Do you need some help?

Lynn: [curtly] No, you need to mind your own beeswax.

[Beat]

Leni: Huh? I don’t have any beeswax. [she pauses to think] Do I? [calls out down the hall as she leaves] Lori~! Do we have any beeswax?!

[Lynn groans and facepalms before trying to grab the chin-up bar again.]

???: Do you need me to get a step stool, or—?

''[Lynn shrieks and jumps high into the air, grabbing the chin-up bar. She looks down to see Lucy, who has appeared out of seemingly nowhere. Lynn lets out an angry snort.]''

Lynn: Buzz off.

Lucy: Sigh. You’re welcome.

[Lucy makes her way downstairs while Lynn does a few chin-ups, grumbling to herself all the while.]

***

''[Later that day, Lynn walks out to the driveway with a basketball in hand. She notices that the garage door is open, and Lana is busy working on Vanzilla. Lynn lets out a frustrated sigh.]''

Lynn: Yo, Lans. Y’mind? I need to practice some hoops.

[Lana looks up from Vanzilla’s engine and polishes her wrench.]

Lana: Sure. I’m just about done here. Oh, since you’re here, could you get me an ice scraper, please? I need to clean some bugs off the windshield.

[Lynn looks at the bug splatter on the windshield, and then down at Lana.]

Lynn: You, uh…  You okay doing that?

Lana: [tilts her head] Yeah, I do it all the time. Why?

Lynn: Can you even reach that?

[Lana looks up at Vanzilla, her brow furrowing.]

Lana: I mean, I’m gonna use a step stool. I don’t see what the big deal is. What’s all this about?

Lynn: N-nothing. Just… thinking. [sighs] Alright, where’s the ice scraper?

Lana: It’s hanging over by the workbench, right next to the ball-peen hammer. I’ll go get you a step stool.

[Lynn’s eye twitches.]

Lynn: What?

Lana: Well, it’s pretty high up on the wall, and you’re…

[Before Lana can finish, Lynn drops her basketball and walks over to the workbench.]

Lynn: [grumbling under her breath] I’ll show you.

''[Lynn reaches for the ice scraper, but it’s too high up. She grunts and growls in frustration as she jumps up and down, trying to grab it. Lana looks on, completely bewildered.]''

Lana: Um, Lynn? Wouldn’t it be easier if I got you a—?

Lynn: [strained] Nope. Don’t need it. I got this.

''[Lynn continues to try and grab the ice scraper, but it’s all in vain. While she struggles, Lana leaves and comes back with a step stool.]''

Lana: Here. Just use this already.

Lynn: Wh-what’re you talking about? I-I almost got it. J-just one more…

''[With one last leap, Lynn manages to snag the ice scraper. She sneers at Lana.]''

Lynn: See? Nothing to it.

Lana: [sardonically] Great. Congratulations. Hey, quick question: how’re you gonna get down?

''[Lynn blinks in confusion before looking down. It turns out she didn’t manage to pull the ice scraper off the the wall, and she’s now dangling in midair. She scowls.]''

Lynn: Dang it.

***

''[The next scene opens with Lynn walking into the kitchen. She sees Lisa lying on the ground with an injured hand while Lynn Sr. tends to her. Lynn cringes.]''

Lynn: Sheesh. What happened in here?

Lisa: [strained] I-it’s nothing too severe, sibling. I-I merely got my fingers caught in a cabinet door by accident. I was trying to procure some supplies for— [she cuts herself off with a yelp of pain]

Lynn Sr.: Hold still, honey. It’s gonna hurt more if you try to move. [he turns to Lynn] LJ, you mind doing your old man a favor and getting an icepack from the freezer?

Lynn: Yeah, sure. No prob…

[She trails off as she looks up at the fridge, which suddenly has an imposing presence.]

Lynn: …lem. [sighs]

Lynn Sr.: [concerned] You okay, honey?

Lynn: Y-yeah, fine. One icepack, coming right up.

''[Lynn reaches for the freezer door, but of course, it’s too high up. With a grunt of frustration, she takes hold of the door handle on the fridge and starts to climb up the side.]''

Lisa: [raising an eyebrow] That appears to be a rather inefficient method of completing your given task. Might I suggest…?

Lynn: [cutting across Lisa] Save it. I got this. J-just hang tight.

''[She pulls herself up to the freezer and opens it. The cold air from the freezer causes her to shiver as she desperately tries to maintain her balance. Eventually, she finds an icepack.]''

Lynn: [pants] There. G-got it. Heads up, Dad!

[She tosses the icepack down to Lynn Sr., who manages to catch it.]

Lynn Sr.: [confused] Uh, thanks. [he applies the icepack to Lisa’s injured hand] There you go, Short Stack.

[Lynn’s eye twitches.]

Lynn: [strained chanting] He’s not talking to me, he’s not talking to me, he’s not talking to—

Lisa: I presume you have a plan for returning to terra firma? Or are you going to rely solely on your parkour skills to save yourself from your predicament?

''[Lynn suddenly realizes that she is dangling from the freezer door. She groans.]''

Lynn: Dang it.

***

''[We cut to the dining room that evening. Everyone is enjoying dinner, apart from Lynn, who is still sulking. Leni takes a pepper shaker and tries to sprinkle some on her eggs, but no pepper comes out.]''

Leni: Huh? That’s weird. Pepper always comes out of this thingie.

Lynn Sr.: Ah, dang it. Must’ve forgotten to refill it today. Could one of you get some more from the kitchen, please?

Lincoln: Sure, I can get—

Lynn: [interrupting] Sit down, Stinkoln. I got this.

[Lynn walks into the kitchen and starts rummaging around.]

Lynn: Dang it, where is it? [hollers back to the dining room] Dad?! I can’t find the pepper!

Lynn Sr.: [hollers back] It’s on the counter just below the pantry! I had to put it up there to keep it out of Lucy’s reach!

Lucy: Sigh. It’s not my fault so many of Great Grandma Harriet’s potion recipes call for black pepper.

Lynn: [grumbles] Great. Just my luck.

''[She looks up, and sure enough, the pepper is on the counter just out of her reach. She reaches as high as she can, but she can’t quite grab it. Lincoln notices this and walks over.]''

Lincoln: Um, Lynn? Are you okay?

Lynn: [grumbling] M’fine.

[Lincoln watches her struggle for a beat before clearing his throat.]

Lincoln: Look, why don’t I get the pepper?

Lynn: [scoffs] You? Yeah right. If I can’t reach it, what makes you think you…?

''[While Lynn talks, Lincoln stands up on hit tiptoes and grabs the pepper. Lynn’s jaw drops.]''

Lynn: [flabbergasted] H-how did you—? But I…  You…  I-I…

[Beat]

Lincoln: Lynn? Are you sure you’re…?

Lynn: [laughing in disbelief] No. No no no no no. No. N-no. Th-that did not just happen. No way. No freaking way. No no no no NO~!

''[Lynn lets out a frustrated scream and storms off upstairs, still chanting “no” all the while. The rest of the family watches her tantrum in utter confusion.]''

Lincoln: What was that all about?

***

''[We cut to Lynn and Lucy’s room, where Lynn is trying to set up her punching bag. However, she soon realizes that the ceiling is too high up. With a defeated groan, she falls to the floor and buries her face in her hands.]''

Lynn: It’s not fair. I-it’s just not fair.

[She hears a knock on the door.]

Lynn: Go away.

Lori: [from the other side of the door] Lynn, you have to come downstairs and help Luan and Lucy with the dishes.

Lynn: [huffs] Can’t you get Lincoln to do it? He’s taller than me.

[After a beat, Lori opens the door, a stern frown on her face.]

Lori: Okay, I don’t know what flew up your butt, but you’ve been giving everyone attitude all afternoon, and it’s literally getting on everyone’s nerves. Now, I’m not leaving here until you tell me what’s wrong.

Lynn: Nothing’s wrong. I just hate being short, that’s all. I mean, Luan’s only one year older than me, but she’s twice my height! How’s that normal?!

[Lori’s expression softens as she ventures inside and sits down next to Lynn.]

Lori: That’s… very normal, actually. Your growth spurt will come someday. You just have to be patient.

Lynn: [grumbles] Whatever.

Lori: Lynn, I don’t get it. You’ve never had problems with your height before. What brought this on?

[After a beat, Lynn lets out a defeated sigh.]

Lynn: Lori, you know about my basketball team, right? The Turkey Jerkies?

Lori: [thoughtfully] I think you might’ve mentioned them before. That’s the team Flip manages, right?

Lynn: Yeah. Well, I was practicing with my teammate Paula for basketball tryouts tomorrow. We’re trying to get onto the Wildebeests and play for an actual home team.

Lori: Okay, I’m with you so far. What happened then?

Lynn: [sighs] A couple of jerks muscled in on our practice and tried to get a rise out of us. I ended up challenging them to a game of HORSE to prove that we have what it takes to hang with ‘em, but we lost.

Lori: And they kept making fun of your height?

Lynn: And Paula’s broken leg, yeah.

[Lori scowls and shakes her head.]

Lori: That is literally disgusting. They had no right to do that.

Lynn: You don’t need to tell me twice. I mean, I screwed up trying to recruit them onto our team all those weeks ago, but that doesn’t explain why they were picking on us. I-it’s not fair.

Lori: I understand that much, Lynn. But still, there’s something I don’t get.

Lynn: What?

Lori: You don’t usually let this kind of thing get to you. We all know you’re a great athlete, and I know you know it, too. Even if you have an off day once in a while, you still have a lot of talent. Why should you care what they think?

Lynn: [angrily] Because I wanted to prove them wrong! They thought Paula and I were a couple of scrubs just because we had hurdles to overcome, and I wanted to make them eat those words! [she sighs and buries her face in her hands] But I didn’t. A-and that just kinda messed me up. I mean, what if they are right? What if I am too short?

[Lori places an arm around Lynn and pulls her close.]

Lori: We both know that’s not the case. Trust me, your growth spurt is coming. It’ll happen when it happens. But in the meantime, you’re still a fighter at heart. One off day isn’t going to stop you.

[Lynn sighs and nods.]

Lynn: You’re right. I can’t take this lying down. But if those two use that same dirty trick again, I’m gonna have to be ready.

[Suddenly, Luan walks into the room.]

Luan: Hey, Lori. Is Lynn okay? She’s kinda leaving me and Lucy out to dry on the dishes. [laughs] Get it?

Lori: [exasperated] This literally isn’t a good time, Luan. Lynn’s having a bully problem.

[Luan’s smile fades in an instant.]

Luan: Oh. What about?

''[Lori turns to Lynn. After a beat, Lynn sighs.]''

Lynn: A couple of jerks made fun of me for being short, and when I tried to prove ‘em wrong in a game of HORSE, I lost.

[Beat]

Luan: Oof. That… suddenly makes a lot of sense. I’m sorry about that joke before. I didn’t know. [after a beat, her expression brightens] But I might know how to help!

Lynn: [looks up and raises an eyebrow] Really? How?

Luan: First thing first. You need to…

Lynn: [interrupts] Alright, alright! I’m going! Sheesh.

''[Lynn follows Luan downstairs while Lori looks at the audience. She shrugs.]''

Lori: Don’t look at me. I literally have no idea what goes on in Luan’s head half the time.

***

''[The next scene opens in the driveway, where the basketball hoop is set up. Luan and Lynn are standing side-by-side, with Lynn holding a basketball.]''

Lynn: So, what’re we doing here?

Luan: Well, remember when I coached Lucy about having a thick skin a while back?

Lynn: [shrugs] Yeah, kinda.

Luan: The same applies here. There are people in life who are always going to try and put you down, but they don’t have any power over you unless you give in.

Lynn: [nods thoughtfully] I think I see where this is going. Alright, I’m game.

[Luan blinks in confusion.]

Luan: What, already? I didn’t even explain what we’re doing.

Lynn: It’s not that hard to figure out. I practice my game while you hammer me with short puns.

[Beat]

Luan: Huh. Okay. Nice to see we’re on the same page.

Lynn: [rolls her eyes] C’mon, Luan. Give me a little credit here. I’m not a moron. [she dribbles the ball a few times and takes aim] Now, give me your best shot.

Luan: Only if you do the same. I just hope it’s not too much of a tall order. [laughs]

''[Lynn growls and tosses the ball up, only for it to bounce off the rim of the hoop. We then cut to a montage of Lynn making shots while Luan throws out puns.]''

Luan: Keep your cool, Lynn! I wouldn’t want to get hurt from your short temper! [laughs]

[The ball misses the hoop by a few inches.]

Luan: You can show those jerks that you don’t have a Napole-Lynn Complex! [laughs]

[The ball bounces off the rim of the basket, but Lynn manages to chase it down before it flies into Mr. Grouse’s yard.]

Luan: You’re the champion of the world, LJ! No way are you gonna come up short!

[The ball bounces off the backboard, only for Lynn to dash up, catch it, and perform a slam dunk.]

Luan: Hey, Lynn! Need me to lend you some money? I heard you were a little short! [laughs]

''[The ball hits the backboard and teeters on the rim for a beat before falling through the basket. Lynn pumps her fist.]''

Lynn: Booyah! We’re back in business. Now for the ultimate test.

[Lynn takes the ball to the edge of the driveway and dribbles it a bit.]

Lynn: [chanting] Three pointer from downtown. Three pointer from downtown. Three pointer from downtown…

Luan: Looks like your insecurities were short-lived! [laughs] Get it?

''[Lynn tenses up just as the ball leaves her fingers. It hits the rim of the hoop, teeters a bit, and then falls off to the side. Lynn and Luan cringe.]''

Lynn: Dang it. It’s always that one shot.

Luan: [encouraging] Don’t feel too bad about it, Lynn. I think you did great.

Lynn: [sighs] Yeah, but I don’t know if it’s good enough. I might not make the tryouts at this rate.

[Luan smiles and gives Lynn a pat on the shoulder.]

Luan: Sure you will. I believe in you.

[Lynn looks up at Luan and gives her a dry smirk.]

Lynn: Thanks. But I know that this won’t mean anything unless I believe in myself.

Luan: Well, do you?

[Lynn furrows her brow.]

Lynn: I mean, I want to, but I’m not sure. I-I guess all I can do is keep at it. [she then smiles and socks Luan in the arm] Thanks for your help. I think that was a step in the right direction.

Luan: [rubbing her arm] Y-yeah, sure. No problem. Anyway, we should head back inside. I think it’s getting a little dark.

Lynn: [sighs] Okay, you can stop with the puns now.

[Beat]

Luan: That… wasn’t a pun.

Lynn: Huh?

Luan: All I said was that it’s getting a little dark. What about that was a pun?

[Lynn gives Luan a blank stare before her face slowly turns red.]

Lynn: I-I think I need to go lie down.

''[She walks back inside, massaging her temples all the while. Luan looks on, concerned.]''

***

''[Later that night, Lynn finds that she can’t sleep. With a muted groan, she marches to the bathroom. When she finds that she can’t see into the bathroom mirror, she growls again and gets a step stool. She steps up and splashes her face with cold water before looking into the mirror.]''

Lynn: Okay. Get a grip, LJ. You can’t let this drag you down. You’re better than that.

[Beat]

Lynn: Just repeat after me. I am strong; size doesn’t matter. I am strong; size doesn’t matter.

[Her reflection suddenly raises an eyebrow at her.]

Reflection Lynn: I’m not sure I believe you, sister.

Lynn: [strained] I am strong; size doesn’t matter. I am strong; size doesn’t matter.

Reflection Lynn: C’mon, put a little oomph into it! Say it like you mean it!

Lynn: [gradually getting louder] I am strong; size doesn’t matter. I am strong; size doesn’t matter! I am—

''[The walls of the bathroom quickly fall away, revealing a large basketball court. A large shadow is cast over Lynn. When she looks up, she sees that it’s Megan and Morgan, towering over her as a pair of giants.]''

Megan: Giving yourself a little confidence boost? [cackles]

Morgan: It won’t save ya! You’re just a small fry who’s a big loser!

Reflection Lynn: Are you gonna let ‘em get away with that, LJ?! C’mon, show ‘em who’s boss!

''[Lynn looks up at the giants. She then looks at the mirror.]''

Lynn: How’m I supposed to do that?!

Reflection Lynn: [shrugs] I dunno; I’m just your reflection.

[Lynn groans and facepalms.]

Morgan: Aw, look. Our little friend has a short fuse!

Megan: Let’s squash her like the bug she is! She’s obviously given up!

Lynn: You’re wrong! Lynn Loud Junior never gives up!

Megan: Then what’re you gonna do, huh?

[Lynn opens her mouth to retort, but finds that she has none.]

Morgan: That’s what I thought. Say goodbye, Shrimp!

''[Lynn yelps and runs away while the two giants chase her. It isn’t long before they corner her. Morgan tries to step on her, but Lynn catches her and tries to lift her up. Sweat is pouring down her face.]''

Lynn: [straining] N-no. I-I can’t let this hurt me. I-I can’t. I-I…

''[Suddenly, she hears an alarm go off. Lynn bolts out of bed in a cold sweat, realizing that it was just a dream. After taking a moment to catch her breath, she looks over to the side, only to find Lucy there. She shrieks again, startled by her sister’s sudden appearance.]''

Lucy: Bad dream?

[Beat]

Lynn: Y-yeah.

Lucy: Care to tell me about it?

[Beat]

Lynn: N-no time, Luce. I’ve got a big day today.

[Lynn leaves while Lucy looks on, her expression as stoic as ever.]

***

''[We cut to basketball tryouts. Lynn takes in a deep breath and lets it out in a sigh before walking in. She notices Paula waving her over.]''

Paula: Hey, Lynn. You feeling better?

Lynn: [shrugs] Getting there. At least we won’t have to worry about those jerks here, amiright?

''[Paula lets out an uneasy chuckle. Just then, the coach blows his whistle. Lynn and Paula get into line with the other hopefuls while the coach stands with his team. The coach looks over the players with a critical eye.]''

Coach: So, you all want a shot at playing for Royal Woods, eh? Well, I assure you this isn’t like the local basketball league. Our opponents are gonna be some tough cookies, and we need players who can keep up. Now get out there and let’s see what you’re made of!

''[He blows his whistle, and the players take the court. Lynn is soon in her element, performing incredibly well with several two-point shots and slam dunks. While playing, he notices some of the other players from the other club teams poking fun at Paula.]''

Brie Throwers Player: Hey, Peg Leg! You don’t belong here!

Garlic Nets Player: Yeah, the coach should make like your cast and give you the boot!

''[Lynn begins to seethe with rage, but Paula simply scowls and keeps her focus. She hobbles around the court to the best of her ability. She catches the ball with her free arm and starts dribbling while several other players surround her. Before they close in, she spins around on her bad leg and bops the ball with her crutch, landing an impressive three-point shot. She howls in pain and nearly falls over.]''

Lynn: Paula!

''[Lynn drops what she’s doing and runs to Paula’s side, helping her stand upright. The coach notices this and furrows his brow.]''

Coach: You alright there, Paula?

Paula: [breathlessly] F-fine, Coach. It’s just my ankle.

Lynn: [concerned] Hey, maybe you should take a breather. You’re pushing yourself a bit hard, yeah?

Paula: [gives Lynn a dry smirk] How’s that different from what you do?

''[She straightens herself out and hobbles over to the bleachers. Lynn looks on, a bit confused.]''

***

''[After practice is over, all of the players line up again. The coach turns to Paula first.]''

Coach: Paula, I’m… concerned.

Paula: About what, Coach?

Coach: Are you sure you should be playing basketball in your current state? Your health should come first.

''[Some of the other players mumble in agreement, while a few others snicker. Paula stands firm.]''

Paula: My mom didn’t raise me to be a quitter, Coach. You saw me out there; I busted my butt just as much as anyone else here. I can play alongside the Wildebeests.

Brie Throwers Player: You got a death wish, Peg Leg? Or are you just stupid?

Lynn: [annoyed] Hey, leave her a—

Paula: [interrupting] I’m twice the player on one leg than you are on two, buster! I push my limits every day and give my team one hundred and ten percent! [she turns back to the coach] Coach, I beg you. Don’t write me off as someone who can’t play. Unless you think I’m a bad player; then you can write me off. But don’t write me off because of my leg.

[After a beat, the coach smirks.]

Coach: I like your moxie, Paula. I’ll be sure to take that into consideration.

Paula: Thank you, Coach.

[The coach nods and makes a note on his clipboard.]

Coach: I’ll be in touch with all of you. Hit the showers.

[As the players leave, Lynn walks alongside Paula.]

Lynn: Wow. Th-that was pretty cool, Paula.

Paula: [blushes and shrugs] Eh, it’s nothing, really.

Lynn: Are you kidding? You stood up to those creeps making fun of you like it didn’t even bother you!

[Paula raises an eyebrow at Lynn.]

Paula: You think that kind of stuff doesn’t bother me?

Lynn: Huh?

Paula: [sighs] Lynn, when people try to put me down because I play sports with a broken leg, that hurts more than, well, actually breaking my leg. It makes me feel small and insignificant; like maybe they have a point.

[Lynn flinches at the word “small.”]

Lynn: Y-yeah, I kinda feel ya on that. But still, you took it like a champ.

Paula: That doesn’t make it hurt any less. And I saw that you felt the same way yesterday when those bullies tried to psych you out.

[Lynn blushes and averts her eyes.]

Lynn: Yeah, but I shouldn’t have let them do that. I should’ve proved ‘em wrong.

[Paula gives Lynn a gentle smirk.]

Paula: Hey, you don’t need to be home right now, do you?

[Beat]

Lynn: Um, not really. Why?

Paula: Let’s hang out at the park for a bit. It looks like you need someone to talk to.

[Lynn doesn’t bother to protest as she follows Paula outside.]

***

''[We cut to the park. Lynn is sitting on a bench outside the basketball court while Paula simply leans on her crutch.]''

Lynn: I just don’t get it, Paula. You know I’m normally a master when it comes to sports. You saw me; I killed it at the tryouts today. But the moment those two jerks started making fun of my height…  I-I dunno. It really touched a nerve, but it shouldn’t have. I should be better than that.

Paula: So, what? You think you should be invincible or something?

Lynn: [sheepishly] I-I wouldn’t really say that. I just think things like that shouldn’t hurt me.

Paula: [deadpan] That’s the exact definition of invincible.

Lynn: I-I’m not saying that, though! I’m just saying that I should be able to power through any obstacle that comes my… [beat] Okay, now that I’m saying it out loud, yeah, I see your point.

Paula: [sighs] Lynn, don’t take this the wrong way, but I feel like you’re sensitive about your body. And that’s perfectly fine. I’m right there with you; I get sensitive about my leg.

Lynn: You could’ve fooled me. You were able to stand up for yourself and prove those jerks wrong.

Paula: I stood up for myself because I was hurt by those accusations. And I know that’s what you were trying to do yesterday when you challenged those two to a game of HORSE. So really, you had the right idea.

Lynn: [pouts] Then why didn’t it work? The only reason I can think of is because I let that kind of stuff get to me when I shouldn’t have.

Paula: Lynn, there’s a difference between ignoring the pain and using it to drive you forward. You see that pain as a weakness, and you let it consume you. I see it as a fire being lit under my butt. And yeah, having a fire lit under my butt does hurt. But that just pushes me to be better.

[Lynn thinks for a moment and then sighs.]

Lynn: You’re right, Paula. You’re absolutely right. I let myself get all mixed up, and that’s what cost us the game. [she gives Paula a wry smile] Thanks for setting me straight.

Paula: Hey, us Turkey Jerkies have to stick together, yeah?

???: Only fitting that Shorty uses you as a crutch.

''[Lynn and Paula look up and scowl. Megan and Morgan appear, with Morgan twirling a basketball on her finger.]''

Paula: Don’t you two have anything better to do?

Morgan: What’s better than scouting out potential competition for the Beaverton Woodchucks? We know you Wildebeests just had tryouts. [she then sneers] And if you guys are the best they have to offer, we’re gonna be just fine.

Lynn: Oh, is that what you think? Then how about a rematch?

[Megan and Morgan look at each other for a second before laughing.]

Megan: A rematch?! Wow! For a small fry, you sure have a lot of chutzpah.

Morgan: Yeah! We squashed you once; what makes you think we can’t do it again?

Paula: Oh, we could tell you, but how about we show you instead?

Lynn: [sneers] Unless you’re too chicken to play against a shorty and a girl with one leg.

[Megan and Morgan flinch.]

Morgan: W-we’re not afraid of you. You’ve got yourself a game! We’ll even give you back your stupid ball if you win.

Megan: But that’s not gonna happen. The smaller they are, the easier they are to squish!

''[The two of them make their way to the court, with Lynn and Paula following close behind. Lynn give Paula a sly smirk.]''

Lynn: [quietly] And the bigger they are, the harder they fall.

[Paula smiles and winks at Lynn.]

***

''[The four players take their positions on the court. Lynn’s up first.]''

Morgan: Hey, Small Fry! Bet you can’t even reach the basket!

[Lynn looks up at the hoop and smiles.]

Lynn: I’ll take that bet.

''[She speeds down the court, dribbling the ball rapidly. She then leaps into the air, spins around, and slams the ball into the hoop while facing away from it. Paula cheers while Morgan and Megan become stupefied. Megan quickly snaps out of it.]''

Megan: O-oh yeah? Well, watch this!

''[Megan takes the ball and runs for the hoop. She tries to recreate Lynn’s trick shot, but her midair turn throws her off-target, causing her to miss. Morgan scowls.]''

Paula: That’s H. Still think we’re not good enough?

Morgan: Oh, wipe that grin off your face, Crutches. I know for a fact you can’t make that shot!

Paula: [forcefully] Doesn’t mean I won’t try.

''[Paula hobbles over to the hoop as fast as she can. At the two-point line, she uses her crutch like a pole and propels herself skyward, landing an impressive one-handed slam dunk with her back turned. Megan and Morgan are dumbfounded once again.]''

Morgan: Th-that’s impossible! N-no way you could’ve pulled that off!

Paula: Well, I just did. [she looks down at the ground as she dangled from the hoop] Now, uh, could one of you get me down? I really don’t wanna land on this leg.

Megan: [scoffs] Maybe that just goes to show ya that you shouldn’t play the game in the first place!

[Lynn sighs and walks over.]

Lynn: I gotcha, Paula.

Morgan: Oh, this is gonna be good. You can’t even reach her, Shorty!

''[Lynn looks up. Indeed, Paula is just out of her reach. She gives the two bullies a look.]''

Lynn: Y’know, you could help. Paula’s really in danger over here.

Morgan: All part of the game, little one. It’s not our fault you two are pathetic.

''[Megan and Morgan laugh while Lynn furrows her brow. She then looks up at Paula.]''

Lynn: Paula, let go. I’ll catch you.

Paula: You sure?

Lynn: [nods] Positive. Us Turkey Jerkies stick together, right? [chuckles] Besides, I’d rather not make the more difficult by trying to grab something out of my reach.

''[After a beat, Paula nods and drops down. True to her word, Lynn catches her and gently sets her upright. The two of them turn to Megan and Morgan.]''

Paula: I think you were up next, Morgan, was it?

Morgan: [scoffs] Y-yeah. Time to show you what the Dead Ringer Sisters are really made of!

''[The game of HORSE continues, with both sides having their fair share of spectacular shots and botches ones. Soon, both teams are tied, and Paula has the ball.]''

Paula: Try to nail this one!

''[She takes her position at the three-point line. After dribbling the ball a bit, she gives it a hard smack with her crutch and lands a perfect three-pointer. Megan huffs.]''

Megan: Child’s play.

''[Megan dribbles the ball, takes aim, and lands the shot. Lynn smirks.]''

Lynn: Not bad. But now watch the master at work.

[Lynn takes the ball and makes her way to the three-point line.]

Megan: Oh dear. That looks like a bit of a tall order for you, Shorty!

Morgan: Yeah, best you just pack it in, Small Fry! There’s no way you’re making that shot!

Lynn: [to herself] That’s what you think. [chants] Three pointer from downtown. Three pointer from downtown. Three pointer from downtown…

Morgan: Give it up, Shrimp! This one’s way over your head!

Megan: Watch, she’s gonna biff it just like last time! Aren’t you, Short Stuff?!

''[Lynn’s eyes suddenly snap open as she makes the shot. Time seems to go into slow motion as the ball travels through the air. Everyone watches with bated breath. The ball lands on the lip of the hoop and begins to teeter back and forth. Sweat pours from Lynn’s brow as she looks on.]''

Lynn: [through gritted teeth] C’mon, c’mon…

''[After a beat, the ball rolls over and falls cleanly through the net. Lynn jumps for joy.]''

Lynn: Yes~! Woo~!

Paula: Awesome, Lynn! I think that’s the first time you made that shot!

''[The two of them high-five one another while Morgan and Megan simply look on, their mouths agape. Morgan snaps out of it and snarls.]''

Morgan: I-it ain’t over yet. The Dead Ringer Sisters win wherever we play, and we’re gonna cream you losers! Just watch this!

''[She takes the ball to the three-point line and lines up her shot. She throws the ball up, and once again, it teeters on the edge of the hoop. This time, however, it falls off to the side.]''

Lynn: And that’s HORSE. What was that you were saying about creaming us?

Megan: Th-this is insane. Y-you must’ve cheated somehow.

Morgan: Y-yeah. Let’s see you try to beat us without that stupid crutch.

''[Paula looks down at her crutch, then back at the bullies. She deadpans.]''

Paula: I’m gutsy, not stupid.

Morgan: Th-then it looks like we win by default!

Lynn: Hold up, time out! You can’t weasel your way outta this! We won fair and square. You’re just too chicken to admit it.

Megan: Y-you’re too chicken to admit that you shouldn’t be playing in the first place, Shrimpy!

Lynn: Really? Well, I think my skills can speak for themselves. In fact, they just did. So how about you hold up your end of the bargain and give us our ball back?

[Morgan’s eyes narrow as she spins the ball on her finger.]

Morgan: Make us, Tiny.

[Lynn sighs and calmly rolls up her sleeves.]

Lynn: Have it your way.

''[Lynn dashes for Morgan. Morgan tries to hold Lynn down, but Lynn slips out of her grasp and steals the ball from her. Megan tries to snag it back, but Lynn tosses it over to Paula. Paula hits it back to Lynn with her crutch. It soon turns into a game of keep-away with Lynn and Paula passing the ball back and forth, occasionally scoring for good measure. Finally, Megan and Morgan are completely winded.]''

Megan: [panting] Th-this doesn’t p-prove anything. Y-you’re still a couple of… [gasps] losers.

Lynn: Why? Because I’m short and Paula has a broken leg? Here’s a reality check for you. I’m gonna get taller one day, and Paula’s leg is gonna get better one day. But there’s no way you two are gonna erase this. ‘Cause we beat you despite our handicaps. Now, are you gonna leave, or should we spread the word about the Dead Ringer Sisters’ most recent defeat?

''[Megan and Morgan look at each other before scowling at Lynn. The both huff and walk off. Lynn leaps up and gives Paula a high-five.]''

Lynn: Alright! That showed ‘em!

???: They weren’t the only ones who got a show.

[Lynn and Paula turn to see the coach walking up to them.]

Paula: Coach? What’re you doing here?

Coach: I was just on my way home when I saw you two take on those Dead Ringer Sisters. You two are something else. I think there just might be a spot for the both of you on the Wildebeests.

[Lynn and Paula look at each other, and slowly, they both grin.]

Lynn: You really mean that?

Coach: Well, it’s not quite official yet, but the way you two handled yourselves agains two of the toughest young players in Michigan, well…  Let’s just say you’re both what I’m looking for. [he then looks over at Paula] But listen, Paula. Your health needs to come first. I admire your moxie, but I don’t want you pushing yourself too hard.

Paula: Got it, Coach.

Coach: [nods] Well, looks like I’ve got quite a bit of paperwork tonight. I’ll see you girls on the court.

''[He walks off. Once he’s gone,  Lynn lets out a mighty cheer and high-fives Paula again.]''

Paula: Looks like we really overcame the odds, huh, Lynn?

Lynn: That’s what we do best. Hey, how about we hit up the Burpin’ Burger to celebrate?

Paula: It’s like you read my mind. Let’s go, Shorty.

Lynn: [coyly] After you, Crutches.

[The two of them share a laugh and walk off into the sunset.]

The End

Trivia

 * This tale was inspiried in part by MrTyeDye's story Pride in Her Chest.
 * Lynn's impatience about her growth spurt was going to be addressed in this tale, but it was cut to highlight some of the themes I felt were more important.