"Nathan!"
At the sound of Mr. Beckwith's voice, I turned to see the frown on his face, which he softened, asking. "Is something bothering you?"
"Uh...no?" I said.
Mr. Beckwith waved his hand, meaning he wants to talk to me.
Everyone else were still doing their vocabulary and spelling tests, which I placed on his desk.
Mowgli set his eyes on Jane, then looked back at me and Mr. Beckwith, who asked. "So, what did he have to say?"
Seeing us engage in a conversation allowed Mowgli to chew on some paper, which he spit through a straw at Jane, only to miss her by a hair, which she scratched while her eyes were glued to the tests.
"Well...we didn't say much." Mowgli heard me say while stuffing more paper in his mouth, then spit again...at Shanti, who felt the spitball on the back of her neck.
She turned, only to see Mowgli staring up at the ceiling, munching on something.
Shanti turned back to her own tests until she saw that Mowgli shot another spitball...on Jane's face!
Finally fed up with Mowgli's shenanigans, Jane and Shanti got out their notebooks, which they aimed at Mowgli, who blew a raspberry at them.
Meanwhile, Mr. Beckwith asked me. "So, you didn't get to hear what he was going to say?"
"Oh, I did. I did." I said. "But..."
Without another word, I just turned away from Mr. Beckwith, noticing the little battle between Mowgli, Shanti, and Jane, while hearing Mr. Beckwith say. "Nathan, please. Whatever's bothering you, you can tell me anything. I may be your teacher, but I'm also your friend. And I want to help in any way I..."
He stopped himself short, upon hearing Jane and Shanti's notebooks hit the whiteboard behind Mowgli, who ducked at the last second when they threw them.
"Jane? Shanti? Perhaps you'll take the time during recess to finish your tests." Mr. Beckwitch said to them, unware that Mowgli was standing behind him, imitating everything he did, to our fellow students' quiet laughter. "That way, you won't have to deal any distruptions around here."
"But, Mr. Beckwith," Jane began. "Mowgli was the one who started..."
Just then, the bell sounded for recess, cutting her short.
Shanti let out a groan. "Boys, always looking for ways to get out of trouble."
As most of us hurried outside the door, Mr. Beckwith called out. "Oh, don't forget! We have to meet at the assembly after recess!"
While the other students ran, I just stood where I was, staring at my drawing of a hotel, which I dubbed "Club Nathan," complete with a gift shop, arcade, and a water slide with the words "Visit My World!" on the top of what I drew and colored, which gave me a spark of a idea...and a humungous one at that.