Everyone knows Mr. Chatterbox, the teacher who never stops talking.
During our last period, he was explaining something about history… again.
I wasn't paying full attention, of course. I had learned my lesson: always keep one eye on the clock.
But something strange happened.
As he waved his hands while explaining, a piece of paper flew out of his pocket.
It landed right on the other boy's desk.
He picked it up carefully, looking around to see if anyone noticed.
It was a small doodle of a strange creature… wearing a tiny backpack and holding what looked like a pencil sword.
Mr. Chatterbox didn't even notice.
"Hmm… interesting," the other boy whispered to me.
I peeked at the doodle.
It looked… alive, almost like it wanted to jump off the page.
Later, during lunch, the doodle kept appearing in random places.
On someone's notebook.
On the cafeteria tray.
Even on the floor near the swings.
Every time someone found it, they laughed or gasped.
Some students whispered: "It's magic!"
Others joked: "It's Mr. Chatterbox's secret army!"
We never figured out who drew it.
Was it Mr. Chatterbox himself?
Or… something else?
The other boy and I decided to watch carefully.
Every time Mr. Chatterbox walked past, we checked our notebooks.
Every small scribble or doodle made us wonder: could it be part of a bigger mystery?
By the end of the week, the doodle appeared everywhere—on the classroom board, the hallway walls, even on the lost-and-found box.
We still don't know who put them there.
But it became our little school secret.
A reminder that even ordinary days have strange, funny, and mysterious moments hiding in plain sight.
And sometimes… the quietest people notice them first.
Sometimes… they even add a little twist, leaving everyone guessing.
I laughed quietly, thinking about how small things could make life fun.
Like the notebook, the hallway shadow, the lunch chaos… and now Mr. Chatterbox's doodles.
School life wasn't boring at all.
Not for me.
Not for him.
And not for anyone willing to look a little closer.