You shook the blue spray paint can as you stared at the black Porsche in front of you. The sound like music to you.

Exactly one week prior, Brody, your long run enemy, had ripped your math test to shreds because you were ignoring him. He wanted a reaction, and he got one. You got into trouble when your parents didn’t see the test, and you lost it on him. Now, you were going to get him back.

While he was at basketball practice, you took the time to test the paint on the side of his car, followed by a bunch of lines while You decided your designs. You painted some eyelashes on the headlights of his car and covered it with your blue anger. This kind of therapy took away from your spacial awareness, and you hadn’t noticed anyone approaching you…until you saw the car windows reflection.

You whipped around and Brody was just staring at you with sweat glazed skin and an amused face.

“Why’d you stop? Keep going.” He placed his bag on the ground. He took the paint from your hand and sprayed your name onto his car window.

“This way everyone will know that this artist is mine”