Smitty watched as the boy’s facial expression changed. “Oh,” Smitty said to himself slightly embarrassed. “Sorry, did I disturb you?” Smitty fumbled with the box of crayons in his hands and pulled out a ‘tickle me pink’, which had crumbled in his palm as soon as he had removed it from the box. The crayon was too broken to roll towards the boy, so Smitty simply held it up for him to see to signify that he was the owner of the first crayon in the other boy’s hand.
No words were heard as the strange boy spoke to Evan, the sound of his voice lost in the loud chattering inside of his head. He quickly understood that the boy was the source of the magic crayons, and Evan’s curiousity grew as he realised he’d never seen the boy. Ignoring his friends that were invisible to anyone but him, Evans slowly made his way towards the head poking out of the door, a curious look in his eyes.
