SCENE 1, INTERIOR. AFTERNOON, HOMEWORK LAB. The students are all working on their varied assignments as the teacher roves about them, helping when they have a question. The teacher pauses as a fifth-grade boy makes a comment about the day’s math lesson inclusive with shoulder shaking and singing. The teacher smiles as he takes a scrap of paper from his pocket; he jots down the interchange he’s just had with the boy for a ‘Moments with Joey’ post for his blog. The boy stops and looks at him.
JOEY: Mr. Z, why do you write on those little sticky notes all the time? What kind of stuff are you writing?
[The teacher looks up from the sticky note].
[The boy’s eyes widen just a little bit].
JOEY: Like what kind of secrets?
TEACHER: If I told you, then they wouldn’t be secrets anymore, now would they?
JOEY: No, really. What are you writing?
TEACHER: Just some notes for things I want to write about later. Remember how I told you that writers always keep something handy for writing down ideas they get for stories or poems?
[The boy nods his head].
JOEY: Like our Salamander books?
TEACHER: Yeah, something like that.
JOEY: So, whadia write?
[The boy casually leans forward and tries to see what is being written on the paper. The teacher turns the note just slightly so that the contents remain out of the boy’s view].
TEACHER: Just some secrets…about you. [The teacher pretends to write furiously].
[The boy sits for a silent beat and then whips out the z-snap with a look of pure attitude].
JOEY: Oh no, you did-unt!
[The boy dissolves into laughter; the teacher smiles at the boy and moves along the table to help a few other students].
TEACHER: Yeah, you got me on that one, Joey. I can’t fake you out, can I?
[The boy shakes his head and then continues on to the next math problem. The teacher silently writes another note].
TEACHER: [Whispered]. Oh yes, he did.
Fade to black.