Flying Purple Crayola Marker of DEATH!

One of the most AMAZING things happened to me when I was in 4th grade. I can recollect the events of that day perfectly. The days was calm. My teacher, Mr. Corbett was sitting at his desk as usual, monitoring the class every few seconds to insure maintained order. There were a few markers sitting on the desk because we were making Thanksgiving cards.

It was time to clean up. I picked up all the markers off of my desk except for the purple one. After I was done with putting the markers into the bin, I noticed the purple marker sitting on my desk. Mr. Corbett had already gotten up to get to the front of the class to teach. I had reached my desk and just as I thought about reaching for the purple marker, it flew off of my desk and almost hit Mr. Corbett in the head.

He turns to me and says, "Brandon! why did you just throw that marker?!"
I respond, "I didn't throw it."
He then says, "What? Did it throw itself?"
I threw him a look that said, yes, that's exactly what happened.