SCENE 1, INTERIOR. MORNING, FIFTH GRADE CLASSROOM. The teacher has just taken two Tylenol for a migraine. He is rubbing his temples at the back table with his eyes closed. When he opens his eyes, a ten year-old boy is standing in front of him.
JOEY: Are you okay, Mr. Z?
TEACHER: I just have a headache, that’s all.
[The boy nods].
JOEY: Yeah, me too...
TEACHER: They’re not very much fun, are they?
JOEY: Nope. [Pause]. Mr. Z? Would you ever push me off a cliff?
TEACHER: Now why in the world would I ever do something like that?
JOEY: I don't know, maybe because it's fun? [pause]. Princesses are mean. [pause]. Girls are mean, too. They always get what they want in fairy tales.
TEACHER: What does that have to do with anything, Joey?
[The boy shrugs and continues to stand there, after a second, he takes a small step closer to his teacher].
TEACHER: Wow, I can't believe it, my headache just got worse.
[The boy takes a step backward].
TEACHER: Wow, now that suddenly feels better. [pause]. Isn't that interesting? The closer you get, the worse my headache seems to get. When you move away the pain goes away, too.
[The boy grins].
JOEY: So, I give you headaches, Mr. Z?
TEACHER: You said it, not me…
[Fade to black].