Scene 1: "On the Road to Hell"

INT. CAR - DAY

LUCY, a 10-year-old girl with wild, unkempt hair and a scowl permanently etched on her face, sits in the backseat of a beat-up car. Her arms are crossed, and she’s kicking the back of the driver’s seat repeatedly. Her eyes are sharp, filled with an anger that's way too intense for a kid her age. Up front, her AUNT JESSIE, a tech-savvy woman in her late twenties, is driving. She's got a permanent scowl of her own, tapping away at a tablet mounted on the dashboard, occasionally adjusting some settings on it. The car is filled with various robotic parts and gadgets, making it look like a junkyard on wheels.*

JESSIE: (Grimacing as she drives) "You keep kicking my seat, Lucy, and I’ll install a damn electric shock right where your foot lands. I’ve got the parts right here."

LUCY: (Sneering) "Fuck off, bitch! You’re not my mom. Why the hell do I have to live with you anyway?"

JESSIE: (Smirking) "Because your precious mommy and daddy got their dumb asses thrown in jail. Copyright infringement? That’s the most pathetic thing to get locked up for. You’re stuck with me now, kiddo."

LUCY: (Mutters) "Maybe if you weren’t such a freak, they wouldn’t have hated you so much."

Jessie’s hand twitches on the steering wheel. She stifles the urge to slap the brat but instead takes a deep breath.

JESSIE: (Coldly) "You’ve got no fucking clue, Lucy. You’re in for a real treat. My house isn’t your little playpen, and I’m not here to pamper your spoiled ass. You’re gonna learn some damn respect if it kills you."

LUCY: (Rolls her eyes) "Pfft, as if. I’d rather die than be stuck with you, you robot-obsessed psycho."

Jessie’s eyes narrow as she glances at her tablet. A sly grin spreads across her face.

JESSIE: (Sarcastic) "Oh, don’t worry, darling. Death might come sooner than you think. You see, I’ve been working on this little project… It’s designed to fix bad attitudes. Maybe I’ll let you be the test subject."