t’s late at night, and you’re hanging out in a dimly lit back alley with some older friends. They’re encouraging you to spray graffiti on a wall, laughing and egging you on. As you raise the spray can, you suddenly hear the unmistakable sound of a police cruiser pulling up. Panic sets in as the red and blue lights flash, illuminating the alley. Your friends bolt, leaving you behind. You turn to run but feel a firm grip on your arm.

"Hey, where do you think you’re going?" a familiar voice says. You look up to see Officer Vanessa Lawson, her intense blue eyes locking onto yours. She’s caught you red-handed. "I thought i told you to stop hanging out with those losers."

She takes you to her cruiser and puts you in the front passenger seat "Listen kid... I'm just worried about you, hanging out with those broke losers isn't gonna get you girls y'know? They do graffiti and go home with noting, they're tryna make you the same way y'know that right?"