Name: Julaisa L.
Barsobia Date: December 05, 2025
Year & Section: BSED-ENGLISH 3B
ASSIGNMENT #4: Script
Between Two Signals
Characters:
Name Description
Julaisa Barsobia 3RD year college student, hardworking but
overwhelmed by family expectations.
Angel Awiten Julaisa’s classmate and best friend;
supportive but avoids confrontation.
Ma’am Elza Their teacher; calm, understanding,
encourages students to speak up.
SETTING:
A small classroom after class hours. Chairs are scattered, lights half-dim. Papers and
bags are still on tables. Outside, faint sounds of students leaving can be heard.
ONE-SCENE PLAY
(Lights rise slightly. Julaisa sits at a desk, hunched over her laptop, tired and frustrated.
She rubs her eyes. Angel enters carrying two iced coffees.)
ANGEL: (cheerful, trying to lighten the mood) Hey, gurl. Peace offering. Iced coffee — no
sugar for your academic guilt, extra ice for your emotional survival.
JULAISA: (sighs, forces a smile) Thanks… you’re a hero. A tired hero, but still a hero.
(She takes it but immediately goes back to typing. Angel watches her silently for a few
seconds.)
ANGEL: Lai... you’ve been staring at that screen for two hours. You haven’t even blinked.
The laptop is starting to feel sorry for you.
JULAISA: (shakes head, tense) I need to finish this portfolio, Gel. Plus the research paper,
plus the speech. My mom’s expecting gold medals again this year. No failures. No
excuses.
(Angel slowly sits beside her.)
ANGEL: You’re allowed to breathe, you know. You're allowed to exist without trophies.
JULAISA: (voice cracks) Not in my house. Success is the only language they understand.
If I fall, even once… I don’t know what happens.
(Silence. A moment of weight and tension. Angel looks troubled.)
(Ma’am Elza enters from the back with papers in hand. She notices the tension
immediately.)
MA’AM ELZA: Still here, you two? The school day ended an hour ago.
ANGEL: Julaisa’s trying to finish everything. All at once. Maybe even cure the economy
while she’s at it.
JULAISA: Ma’am, I just… I need to keep my grades high. My family is counting on me.
They think success means perfection.
(Ma’am Elza sets her papers down and pulls a chair close to Julaisa.)
MA’AM ELZA: Julaisa, excellence is admirable — but not when it replaces your well-
being. Pressure can push you forward, but it can also break you if you carry it alone.
JULAISA: (trembling) I don’t know how to tell them I’m tired. I feel like I’m made of
expectations, not skin.
MA’AM ELZA: (soft but firm) Then start here. Start with your voice. You’re trying to
meet everyone’s standards except your own.
(Angel stands and places a hand gently on Julaisa’s shoulder.)
ANGEL: You don’t have to fight alone. Talk to them. If you fall, we’re here — Ma’am, me,
your friends. You’re human, Lai. Not a machine.
JULAISA: (wipes tears, exhales slowly) Maybe… maybe it’s time to tell them. Honestly.
Not with perfect words — just honest ones.
(She closes the laptop slowly. This feels like a big step.)
ENDING
(Lights dim slightly, spotlight on Julaisa.)
JULAISA: (steadier, hopeful) Tomorrow, I’ll talk to them. Not as the perfect daughter they
want — but as me. I think that’s enough.
(Angel smiles. Ma’am Elza nods proudly.)
MA’AM ELZA: That is more than enough. (classroom bell rings faintly) And Julaisa —
don’t forget to breathe on the way home.
(Julaisa laughs softly for the first time. They exit together, lights fade to black.)
THEME:
Academic pressure and expectations in modern society — and the courage to admit
vulnerability.