MRS WILSON

MRS WILSON

MOH and EMILY have desks opposite each other. Moh slides into his seat with a cup of tea, while Emily is snoozing at her desk with her head resting in her folded arms. Moh puts his tea down and pokes Emily on the arm to wake her up.

Moh:
Hey, wake up. You shouldn’t be sleeping at school.

Emily (in a dream state):
Oh no no no, please god no!

Moh:
Jesus, what’s wrong?

Emily:
Oh yes!

Moh taps Emily again to try and wake her up.

Emily reluctantly awakens, rubbing the place where she was poked.

Emily:
Hey bro, why do you poke so hard? This ain’t Facebook son.

Moh:
You were sleeping at your desk. Are you trying to get into trouble?

Emily:
No. Who cares if I’m sleeping? Mind your own beeswax dude.

Moh:
Ah, that’s incredibly mature of you.

Moh raises his arms into the air with his palms facing Emily.

Moh cont’d:
Fine! I’ll leave you to it. Don’t come crying to me when you get another detention and have to sit inside with Mrs Wilson!

Emily:
I won’t come crying to you. I have better friends to come crying to.

Moh:
That … makes… sense?

Emily:
Okay, and, and, I bet you’d love to stay inside with Mrs Wilson all day, wouldn’t you?

This hits a nerve with Moh, who blushes and looks away.

Moh:
What the hell?! I would not.

Emily:
Yeah right. You so would. You would looooove to get a detention from Mrs Wilson.

Moh:
Where’ve you gotten this idea from, Em? You’re talking nonsense. Nothing would displease me more.

Emily:
Hah, yeah right! You totally like her. You looooove her. You wanna marry her and be Mr Wilson, ha ha ha!

Moh (still flustered):
Not how it works but that’s beside the point! I don’t like Mrs Wilson. She’s… definitely not my type.

Emily has a sly look on her face.

Emily:
Okay.

Moh:
Don’t look at me like that.

Moh begins to sip on his tea.

Emily (shrugging):
Okay.

Moh:
Em, stop that!

Emily:
I bet you’d love to get some extra credit from Mrs Wilson, huh?

Moh nearly chokes on his tea. Emily starts to laugh, slamming the desk with her hands.

Moh:
Total dunce. Get back to work.

Emily:
Wouldn’t want Mrs Wilson to discipline you, would we?

Moh (in a high pitched voice):
Nope!

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