“What’s your name?” I say opening the box. “Aaron.” He says staring at what I’m doing. “I’m Kayla. But don’t go around telling people.” “Why not?” A smirk comes back on his face. “Names are too mainstream.” I say unscrewing the bottle, I pour one bottle into another, then put the lid on and start to shake it hard. “What are you doing?” Aaron asks me. “Making up the dye, what does it look like?” “Why?” he asks bewildered. “Ready for some civil disobedience?”