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Interpersonal Communication skills

Teacher in charge: Ms bouitna

Group members :
Guelai Silia
Zitari Meriem soundous
Bouchra abdoune
Hadil siad

Title: “A Peek at Pico - Southern Style”

Characters:

• Pico: A curious and adventurous kid, always getting into a bit of


trouble.
• Cleo: Pico’s best friend, cautious but loyal.
• Miss Rosie: The friendly and slightly eccentric neighbor.
• Buck: The local handyman who knows all the town gossip.

[Scene: A small Southern town. Pico and Cleo are standing outside Miss Rosie’s
old, mysterious house. There are creaky fences, and a big, old oak tree casting
shadows. Pico’s eyes are wide with curiosity as he peers through a crack in the
fence.]

Cleo: (nervous) Pico, I dunno ‘bout this. Miss Rosie’s always sayin’ to keep outta
her yard.

Pico: (grinning) Aw, come on, Cleo! I ain’t doin’ no harm. I just wanna take a peek,
is all.

Cleo: Well, ya know what folks say ‘bout her house. They say she’s got… secrets.

Pico: (whispering) That’s why I’m lookin’! I wanna see if there’s any truth to all
them tall tales.

Cleo: (whispering back) If she catches ya, she’ll skin ya like a catfish!
Pico: (laughs) Ain’t no way Miss Rosie’s gonna skin nobody! She’s just a lil’ ol’
lady.

[Miss Rosie suddenly appears, holding a big straw hat and a basket of flowers.
She startles them both.]

Miss Rosie: (drawling) Well, well, what have we got here? Peekin’ in my yard, are
ya?

Cleo: (jumping) Oh, uh, no, Miss Rosie! We was just, uh… lookin’ at your flowers!

Pico: (trying to act innocent) Yeah, they’re real pretty, Miss Rosie!

Miss Rosie: (smiling slyly) Uh-huh. Y’all best not be nosin’ ‘round where ya don’t
belong. Ain’t proper manners, now, is it?

Pico: (grinning) No, ma’am. We was just curious, is all. Folks say there’s
somethin’ strange in that ol’ house o’ yours.

Miss Rosie: (raising an eyebrow) Oh, do they now? Well, curiosity’s a funny thing.
It can lead ya to answers… or to trouble. Which one ya lookin’ for, Pico?

Pico: (boldly) I reckon I’m lookin’ for answers.

Cleo: (whispering urgently) Pico, let’s go!

Miss Rosie: (chuckling) Well, if it’s answers ya want… why don’t ya come inside
an’ see for yourself?

[Pico and Cleo exchange nervous glances. Just then, Buck, the handyman, walks
by with his toolbox, whistling.]

Buck: (grinning) Y’all up to no good again, Pico? What’s Miss Rosie invitin’ ya
inside for?

Pico: (defensively) We ain’t doin’ nothin’, Buck. Just curious ‘bout Miss Rosie’s
house.

Buck: (laughing) Aw, everybody’s curious ‘bout Miss Rosie’s house! Ain’t nobody
ever figured out what’s in there… ‘cept maybe the ghosts.

Cleo: (gulping) G-ghosts?


Miss Rosie: (laughing) Oh, Buck, don’t be fillin’ their heads with them ghost
stories. Come on, now. I got a pitcher o’ lemonade inside if y’all wanna come in
an’ chat.

Pico: (grinning) Well, now I gotta see what’s inside. C’mon, Cleo!

Cleo: (reluctantly) Alright… but if we see a ghost, I’m runnin’!

[They all laugh as Miss Rosie leads them up the creaky porch steps, the mystery
of the house still waiting inside.]

[Scene continues in Miss Rosie’s living room, filled with antique furniture,
dusty books, and a large old trunk. The kids sit with lemonade, glancing
around curiously.]

Miss Rosie: (smiling as she opens the trunk) Y’know, you’re the first kids to ever
come pokin’ around in here, so I guess I owe ya somethin’ special.

Cleo: (whispering to Pico) You think it’s somethin’ spooky?

Miss Rosie: (overhearing) Oh, no, sugar! Ain’t nothin’ spooky ‘bout memories.
This here’s my family’s treasure chest.

Pico: (eyes wide) Treasure? Like… gold?

Miss Rosie: (laughs) Not exactly. (She pulls out old letters and photos) It’s more
like memories of the folks who’ve lived in this town. All the stories you’ve heard
‘bout my house… well, they’re all right here.

[She hands Pico a black-and-white photo of a young couple standing by the


big oak tree outside.]

Cleo: (peering at the photo) Is that… you, Miss Rosie?

Miss Rosie: (smiling wistfully) That’s right, hon. Me and my sweetheart, back
when we were young ‘n’ spry.

Buck: (grinning, leaning in) Now that’s a treasure, wouldn’t ya say?

Pico: (realizing) So… all them stories folks tell? They’re just pieces of the past?

Miss Rosie: Exactly, darlin’. Stories ain’t just make-believe; they’re pieces of
folks’ lives. Every creak, every shadow… it all has a story.

Cleo: (softly) Guess there’s more to this place than we thought.


Miss Rosie: (patting Cleo’s hand) And now, y’all are part of it. You got curious,
and now you’ll have a story of your own to tell.

Pico: (grinning at Cleo) And maybe we’ll leave out the part ‘bout bein’ scared of
ghosts.

[Everyone laughs as they share stories and memories, the house no longer
feeling mysterious but warmly alive with history.]

This ending keeps the mystery while giving it a heartwarming twist, showing that
the “secrets” were about preserving the town’s history.

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