Lulu in Honolulu Read Free Page A

happened.
    NOELANI
    (in her soft voice)
    Well, just forget it. We should all just get along, like one big ohana .
    LULU
    Geez peas! Instead of sand fights, why don’t we do something together, like win that hula competition? Wouldn’t that be an awesome shock and surprise for Khloe and the Cs and the kids at Island School of Hula?
    NOELANI
    (turns to Lulu)
    That’s not too nice.
    KAPONO
    (waving his foot in the air)
    Yeah! Let’s kick their butts!
    Lulu jumps up, almost hitting her head on her umbrella.
    LULU
    Well, I’m in.
    Kenna giggles and totally forgets about her sandy hair.
    KENNA
    That’s so funny, Lulu, ’cause you’re like the worst hula-er ever!
SCENE 4: HOME ON THE LANAI
    EXT/INT. HARRISON FAMILY HOUSE, DIAMOND HEAD—ONE HOUR LATER

    CUT!! Again. You should know about this house we’re living in for the summer. It’s in my mom and dad’s contract that the studio has to rent them a big, fancy house while they are making a movie. This house has lots of sliding glass walls that stay open all day long. So, even though you’re inside, you feel like you’re outside at the same time. The only problem is that Watson, our chubby pug, crashes into the glass. He can’t figure out the difference between inside and outside.
    Here’s what I like about this house: I can see the ocean from every room. Here’s what I don’t like: there’s nowhere I could munch a Nanea Hawaiian chocolate macadamia nut bar without leaving brown flecks. The floors are whitewashed wood and covered with a giant pale wool rug. Low, cushy couches are a color called sand , which is crazy because specks of sand aren’t allowed in this hyper-clean place. Walls that aren’t glass are painted Tibetan Jasmine, and I know that because my mother insisted on having them repainted before we moved in. In nooks and corners of the house stand dark wooden sculptures that you can’t sneeze near because they’re precious Tahitian antiques. Oh, and in case you thought you could prop up your feet, DON’T! The tables are made of glass. OK, back to: ACTION!!
    Lulu, sandy and sweaty from a day of Ohana Camp, dashes through the house’s large, two-story-high double doors. She almost trips on WATSON, who lies on the natural bamboo doormat. Watson has chewed through three of the four corners. He loves chomping the mat because it feels like he’s chewing a stick without him actually needing to find or fetch one himself.
    MAYA, a tall, older woman with dark skin and blue eyes, lifts her right hand to form a STOP sign. She doesn’t need to say a word. Her thin hand and long fingers command immediate attention.

    CUT!! Quick important information I want you to know. Maya moved to Hawaii from Japan when she was eight years old. When I first met her, I thought she didn’t like me because she doesn’t chitchat, but I learned that her kindness runs deep and that just because she doesn’t blab doesn’t mean she doesn’t listen! She takes care of our house, which also means she helps take care of me. Back to: ACTION!!
    LULU
    Aloha , Maya. I know. Shoes. Off.
    Lulu plops onto the front doorstep and kicks off her sand-filled checkered Vans. Maya smiles. Her face easily creases in places it has folded many times before.
    Walking out the front door, ALEXIS looks down at Lulu. Alexis carries an ISLAND LIFE magazine. Wearing a black string bikini top, a wide-brimmed white sun hat, and tiny white shorts printed with black stars, Alexis looks as if she just walked out of a page in the magazine.
    LULU
    I gotta talk to Mom and Dad. It’s mega important hula business.
    ALEXIS
    (barely hiding a smile)
    Since when are you a hula star?
    LULU
    I’m NOT. That’s especially why they’ve gotta come to the hula-off.
    Alexis pulls Lulu’s hands to help her up.
    LULU
    Lex. Seriously. If they’d come watch me, it would be like a dream come true. They’ve