Jade Shaw has lost control of her life. Pushed around by her warring family, and taken for granted by a boyfriend who's more interested in his brand than their relationship, she knows that somewhere along the path to being an adult she's lost her way. The last place she expects to find answers is on the floor outside her flat. But there it is: a script. Containing her name, and her boyfriend's, and showing yet another excruciating argument in which he calls all the shots. The weird thing is: this argument hasn't happened yet. The row becomes reality. Jade feels more frustrated than ever. Then more scripts appear, infuriating scenes in which Jade's boss, mum, and bridezilla sister walk all over her. The future is painfully familiar. But it's not a future Jade likes. Is it too late for her to re-write the script?