A Play by Selim Tezel

The Hide



Teacher:
Michael...(pulling over the table cloth)

Boy:
...

Teacher:
Sweetheart. What are you doing there?

Boy:
Nothing.

(silence)

Teacher:
Honey. I have noticed, everyday during lunch when all the other kids go out to play you started staying in class and go under that table...

Boy:
...

Teacher:
Is everything alright?

Boy:
Yes...

Teacher:
Do you want to talk about anything?

Boy:
No...

Teacher:
Have you had something to eat?

Boy:
I ate my sandwich. Mother made this morning.

Teacher:
Love, do you want to come out to somewhere I can see you so we can talk a bit?

Boy:
...

Teacher:
Then do you mind if I came under there and sat beside you?

Boy:
No.

(She sits by him)

Teacher:
Whoaw. It is so cozy here. What have you got there? All those little things...

Boy:
They are my toy soldiers...World War 2, ...German battalion 17 and US regimen 24 troops over Dresden bridge...

Teacher:
Dresden? And what are they doing?

Boy:
Fighting...

Teacher:
Who wins?

Boy:
I don’t know... Not yet.

Teacher:
Love, can I ask you something? Personal? If you don't want you don't have to answer. OK?

Boy:
OK.

Teacher:
Love, is everything alright back home?

Boy:
...

Teacher:
Mommy came last week you know. But she wouldn't tell me anything. I am worried that things may not be all fine at home.

Boy:
What makes you say that Ms Greenfield..?

Teacher:
Just a feeling Michael, let's say just a feeling. You can tell me you know.

Boy:
I know

Teacher:
Do you want to?

Boy:
Do I want to, what?

Teacher:
Tell me...

Boy:
Tell what?

Teacher:
Tell whatever is bothering you...

Boy:
Nothing is bothering me...

Teacher:
Love, why are you not outside with all the other kids. It is beautiful weather...

Boy:
I don't want to...

Teacher:
Why not? They are your friends and...

Boy:
They are not my friends!

Teacher:
Why do you say so, love. They are your classmates, they like you.

Boy:
They think I am weird...

Teacher:
No they don't...

Boy:
Yes they do. You heard what Simon said the other day...

Teacher:
Love, he didn't mean it, he didn't, he was just trying to be funny...

Boy:
It wasn't funny.

Teacher:
No it wasn't.

(Silence)

Teacher:
I am sorry love. I won't bother you longer. I just wanted to tell you that you can talk to me any time about anything. You know that right?

Boy:
Yes, Ms Greenfield, I know that.

Teacher:
OK Michael, I will leave you alone now.

Boy:
...

Teacher:
Would you like me to stay?

Boy:
...

Teacher:
I am going...

Boy:
...

Teacher:
I could stay if you wanted me to...

(Michael cries quietly)

Teacher:
Would you like me to stay, love. Just to sit beside you? Not to even talk.

Boy:
...
(Michael continues to cry quietly)

Teacher:
I could hold your hand. If you want me to...

Boy:
...

Teacher:
Would you like that honey?

Boy:
...(quietly) Yes...

(Ms Greenfield sits quietly beside Michael, holding his little hand in hers as Michael quietly cries.)

Teacher:
(after Michael stops crying)
What's going on sweetie? What are you going through?

Boy:
...I don't know, Ms Greenfield, I don't know.

Teacher:
Is it about your dad, honey?

Boy:
I don't know...

Teacher:
Is he OK? Does he come home?

Boy:
...

Teacher:
Do you see your daddy, love? Does he come home?

Boy:
Sometimes...

Teacher:
Does he hurt you sweetie? Does daddy ever hurt you?

Boy:
Sometimes.

Teacher:
Where? Show me, love, where does he hurt you?

(Michael shows a bruise under his arm)

Teacher:
Does he also hurt mummy?

Boy:
...

Teacher:
Does he hurt mummy sweetheart?

Boy:
Sometimes...

Teacher:
What does he do love?

Boy:
Mummy cries all the time...

Teacher:
Mummy cries?

Boy:
Huh huh...
Teacher:

Why does she cry, love? Why does mummy cry?

Boy:
I don't know (Michael grows restless) I guess because she is hurt


Teacher:
What do you do love when mommy and daddy fight?

Boy:
...I play my soldiers

Teacher:
You play with your soldiers?

(Michael nods)

Teacher:
Under a table?

(Michael nods)

(Ms Greenfield hugs him. He doesn't resist. They sit quietly for a while)

Teacher:
You know Michael there are times when we all...

Boy:
Ms Greenfield?

Teacher:
Yes, love...

Boy:
Can we not talk, for a while...

Teacher:
Sure honey...

Boy:
...can you hold my hand...?

Teacher:
Of course Michael, of course I can hold your hand...