Spray Paint

Chapter 1

It's 2:30 a.m, I'm dressed in black with my few spray cans in my back pack and my gas-mask on my face ready to go.

I pull my hoodie up making sure none of my hair is showing by shoving my hair aggressively inside of it... Duh how else would I do it?

I sneak through my front door pulling the 'very cold may I add' medal door handle down slowly; making sure to not make any noise.

God Mom turn off the damn A.C once in a while its freezing.

I walk down the street to my blank canvas as in a perfectly blank cement wall ready for me to perfect with my art.

I have a theme of black and white, a lot of artist think it's boring but most people love it because the meaning behind the black and white. 

When I'm done I right my "tag-name" on it which is Kango.
the inspiration for my tag-name came from my streat-art. It was a white kangaroo butttt it was 'The Ugly Duckling theme.'

Still one of my favorite paintings to this day, the town liked it for some reason so they kept it up.

I go home, get in quietly, and go to bed.

•Next day•
I walk out my front door shutting it behind me.

I walk my way towards school with my hands tucked in my pockets.

it's 6:30am.

I smirk when I walk past my art until.... I turn my heal; I look at it, it was completely redone.

My jaw dropped in utter disappointed and shock.

Another artist put their art with mine the guy or girl I wouldn't be able to know called them self "Labo" I'm pissed, how the hell did he/she even do that yet? I JUST did it last night!

I mean there work is awesome and all but he just messed up my shit.

Now I have to deal with it later cause I have a big test I need to study for today, worst timing ever.

•End of school day•
I'm walking home and I'm still soo frustrated about this, I worked so hard on that last night just to get it taken over by some entitled asshole.

I don't know anyone who does street art because it's not legal so that sucks, I guess I will have to plan something out. This is complete bull-crap.

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