SCENE 1, INTERIOR. AFTERNOON, CLASSROOM. The students are heading out to recess as the teacher gathers up a few papers to take to the workroom to make copies of; as he walks out the door, he notices he’s being followed by a fifth-grade boy.
TEACHER: Did you need something, Joey?
[The boy shakes his head].
TEACHER: Then why don’t you go out for recess? You only have fifteen minutes, you know.
[The boy keeps in stride with the teacher as they move down the hallway].
JOEY: I was wondering something, Mr. Z.
TEACHER: Sure, what is it?
[There is a longish pause as the boy considers his question. The teacher stops and looks intently at the boy].
TEACHER: Is everything okay, Joey?
[The boy nods his head].
JOEY: Yeah, I was just wondering...[his voice trails off to silence].
[The boy casually leans in a bit and asks quietly].
JOEY: If you rolled your eyes back far enough, would you be able to see your own brain?
[The teacher pauses to see if the boy is serious or is pulling his leg; after a second he sees the hint of a smile pulling at the corners of the boy’s mouth].
TEACHER: Wouldn’t you have to have your brain with you before you start worrying about that?
[The boy slaps a relieved hand to his chest and blows out a relieved sigh].
JOEY: That’s a good point, Mr. Z. Thanks.
[The boy grins and heads out the fifth grade doors to the playground].
[Fade to black].