I was in kindergarten, it was a sunny evening after lunch. The whole class had a coloring assignment we were to color a picture of a dancing Elmo. I was sitting in the back of the classroom at a table for three. To the left of me, Sahara was sitting and on the right, was Ethan. The lights were off and the only light coming into the class was the sunlight through the open window. My teacher was in the front of the room talking to one of the other students about her broken crayon. I was sitting in my seat talking to Sahara and coloring my picture. We were talking about my fruit scented crayons. It was the middle of the conversation when Ethan interrupted us. At first, it was not that annoying. However, when he kept asking to use my purple