One spring day in fifth grade in Mrs. Carney's class at Nancy Young Elementary started as usual,at the time I was 10-11years old. When the day began we would always unpack our backpacks. First, we had Reading,then Specials. When we came back from Specials, my class would have Word Work/Snack. After that our class had Science and lunch/recess. After lunch/recess we headed back into the classroom and start to work on our writing project. After a little bit Mrs. Carney,my fifth grade teacher, had to leave to get something out of the printer. "I'll be right back," Mrs. Carney told us as she walked through the door. "Okay," Some of us cried out. All of a sudden one person started talking and everyone started to be really loud, so