The Color Purple

The room was hushed as we fourth graders penciled through the big math test.
Not far into the exam, I heard the unambiguous sounds of someone throwing up. I looked in the direction of the eruption. A brilliant purple liquid glazed David S’s math test paper, his pencil, and his entire desktop. David S just sat there, ashen, too ill to be embarrassed. The watery, purple vomit dripped onto the floor.
On his way to the nurse’s office, bolstered by two escorts, an extremely feeble David S managed to mutter these words: “I told my mom not to give me grape juice this morning.”