Chapter 2

"He's Gerold Samuels' son."

"...that he lied or he's high or something." I smiled, but that grin dissapeared once I processed his words. "He's what?!"

"Shhh...keep your voice down. And yes, he's his son. So if he snitch, you're dead and there's nothing I can do about it." he explained. "Earlier, before you came, he said that I better stop protecting you or he would tell his father."

That damn snitch. Oh well, what do you expect from a child of a police sheriff? Life would've been boring without the fun. Just being me is boring but what about him? The poor guy. I doubt he even goes to parties at all, since his father is always sent to stop them.

He let out a tired and stressed sigh. "Just- just be careful, Saydriel, okay? One more night." he whispered lowly, genuinely caring for me.

"Yes! Thank you so much! I love you, David! You're the best father figure ever!" I stood up and hugged him.

"I don't know about you, but I don't think letting a child do something illegal is a good father figure to me." he teased and I just chuckled.

I gave him tons of money before exiting his office and I made sure to keep my hood on incase someone sees me. The idea of getting caught doesn't terrify me like it used to do anymore. I can just go and do community service instead. Because you can't really send a little girl in prison for a lifetime sentence when all she ever did was paint a wall, right?

Once I was out of the building, I noticed a lot of people walking. The crowds never leave this place, I swear to God.

I walked behind the building and tried to find a good wall to paint graffiti on. Once I found my victim, I removed my bag from my shoulders and took out a couple of spray paint.

I do this not only for fun, but for my passion in arts. I genuinely think people find graffiti bothering or annoying, but the main point of our work is the effort we gave them. Some times, I like to take my time and actually paint real art on the walls, only for it to be taken down. But some times, I like to just splatter a word like 'bitch' and leave.

I shook the can before I started with a pink spray paint, dragging the can to left to right as I press down the valve.

"You know, you can come out now." I said.

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He'll be here right about.......now.

"How'd you know?" A masculine and deep voice questioned from behind me.

Don't hate me for this, but I think he's adopted. I mean his father is average looking but look at him. He's literally looks like a God from the Greek mythology.

"Well, first of all, when you follow someone, maybe try and be more a little...ya know?" I waited for him to get the answer but his face screams that he didn't get it. "...sneaky." I said.

"You know, I'll tell my father, now that I've got evidence, right?" he spat. "My father has been so stressed out lately because he can't catch you and you're goddamn koala."

For some reason, the way he mentioned my koala made me mad. "His name is Koa." I corrected him.

Koa is a small koala stuffed toy. The one my grandmother knitted for me. I still have him even up to this day because I consider him as my bestfriend now. Koa has a hook that I added on the top of his head so that he can be with me when I'm in an adventure. He reminds me of my dearest grandma who passed away last year. And right now, he's resting on my backpack.

"Whatever." he responded, rolling his eyes. "It's literally..." He glanced down at his watch. "2:56 a.m." he finished.

I took out a blue painting and sprayed it one more time for extra details.

"Yeah. Enjoy every single second of it 'cause this will be the last time you'll be doing such thing." He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.

As I was spraying, I hummed on a Paul McCartney tune, My Love.

"Are singing Paul McCartney?" he turned to me in disbelief.

I'm guessing he's a fan? 'Cause if he's not, I'd be very disappointed more than I already am.

"Yeah. I have a signed CD of him." I bragged.

He looked at me for a second before he let out a small chuckle. "Yeah, sure you do."

I frown. He doesn't believe me. I let my arm down for a second as I turned my focus all on him.

"It's true, though. I was told by a lady that Taylor Swift is there, but it turns out it was Paul McCartney instead. So I got a signed CD by him." I proudly stated.

He eyed me suspiciously before rolling his eyes. "Where? Show me." he demanded, not looking at me.

I mumbled a small 'okay' before I leaned down to my bag. I opened it and pulled out the CD. Proudly, I flashed him my evidence.

"That's...." He wore a confused frown on his face as he looked at the CD. "...that's a CD of a Taylor Swift album, signed by Paul McCartney."

I flashed him a wide grin as I gladly place the CD back inside my bag.

The entire story was true. I was scammed by the internet that Taylor Swift had an appointment at a massage therapist. The idiot I was, believed it and went there all prepared. I wore this huge 'Marry Me Taylor Swift' shirt and I wrote a number 13 on the back of my hand.

When I went there, there was no Taylor Swift, but there was a Paul McCartney. So I just asked him to sign the album CD either way.

I let him think for a moment and I went back to work.

It took me a minute or two but I finally finished it. A huge text 'Stream Lover by Taylor Swift'. It was written in a cursive font just like the album.

I'm a huge fan of her. I would sell my soul just to meet her in person. She's been my role model ever since I was six. Her songs and contents never failed to put a smile on my face.

I glanced down at the sheriff's son's watch and saw that it was already 3:00 a.m exactly.

"HEY!" A voice screamed from afar.

We both turned around and saw an officer running towards us. A man in his mid fifties. He was holding baton stick, a half eaten bagel hanging from his mouth.

I quickly placed both the spray paint inside my bag and zipped it up, and wore it over both of my shoulder, my brown hair swinging infront of my face.

"No, no, no. You don't understand. I'm the sheriff's so-" He lifted his hands to show he had nothing. I didn't let him finished as I grabbed ahold of right hand and intertwined it with mine as I dragged him with me.

I ran as fast as I could, dragging him with me with all the force I could muster. He was slowing me down. Damn this man is slow.

"YOU TWO KIDS BETTER STOP AND TURN YOURSELVES IN, BEFORE I CATCH YOU!" he shouted as he continued to run to our direction.