SCENE 1, INTERIOR. LUNCHTIME. CLASSROOM. The teacher seated at the back table working on grades and eating his lunch at the same time; a 5th grade boy slips into the room. The teacher looks up in surprise because it’s only been two minutes since he’d dropped his class off at the lunchroom.
TEACHER: Did you even chew the food?
TEACHER: Well, you’re back so quickly, I wondered if you just sucked it down.
[The boy grins and heads back to the table. He flops into a chair and then leans on his arms on the tabletop].
JOEY: Mr. Z, I’m tired.
TEACHER: Nice to meet you, Tired, I’m Mr. Z.
JOEY: [Speaking in a swanky, deep voice like Joe Cool and flipping his head to the side with a ‘gun’ finger point]. Oooooh yes, you are...
[The teacher sits for a silent beat].
TEACHER: You know, that was just the tiniest bit creepy.
JOEY: [Speaking in his normal voice] Well, what can I say? I’m a weird kid.
TEACHER: I didn’t say that.
JOEY: I know, I did.
TEACHER: However, I have thought it a lot of times…
[The boy breaks into laughter].
Fade to black.