SCENE 1, INTERIOR. AFTERNOON. CLASSROOM. The students are working on center activities as the teacher finishes up meeting with a reading group. As the kids return to their seats, one boy approaches the teacher at the back table.
JOEY: Mr. Z?
TEACHER: What’s up, Joey?
JOEY: I was just wondering who your favorite student was.
TEACHER: (Surprised) C’mon Joey, you know that I don’t have favorites.
[The boy nods his head and then grins at the teacher.]
JOEY: Maybe you could have one and it could be me.
[The teacher looks at the boy for a moment before answering.]
TEACHER: You know, you’re breathing my air.
[The boy immediately grabs his own throat with both his hands and pretends to be suffocating. The teacher hides a smile as the boy drops to his knees trying to choke out a few words as his eyes roll backward in their sockets.]
TEACHER: Wait, Joey. You can’t die. If you died, I’d be sad.
[The boy stops choking himself, gives the thumbs-up sign, and starts to head back to his desk to continue working.]
JOEY: Probably because I’m your favorite.
[Fade to black.]