No one got it.
No ever would.
She spent sixteen years feeling so apart from everyone else.
The Kennish's were infamous for perfect smiles and red hair.
She had dark colored eyes and tresses.
It's ridiculous to let the color of your hair to decide where you belong.
But Bay couldn't help it.
There was something inside of her screaming to get out.
It said she didn't work.
Didn't fit into their perfect little world.
She was so, so pissed.
So pissed at being misunderstood.
For being separate.
For being overlooked.
She saw mansions and wanted to spray paint over every inch.
She saw china and wanted to smash it to pieces.
She had pools and cars and laptops...
Yet the teen wandered over to the East Riverside every time.
Without explanation.
A crowd of graffiti artists taught her different rules.
Tips on how not to get caught.
Tag the right marks at the right time.
Inspire and express.
Make her mark on the world.
She didn't always have to tear things down.
Smash it with a hammar.
Ruin the perfect la la land rich people went to.
Sure Bay Kennish was just some spoiled rich white girl but...she felt she was more than that.
She wasn't just Bay.
So she drank.
Got fake IDs.
Tagged bill boards and buildings.
Tried smoking pot.
Got in trouble at school.
Dyed her hair, got her nose officially pierced...
It made her someone else.
Her anger still wasn't replenished.
Hot white fury swarmed and flickered in unexplored places inside of her.
Bay wanted to hit something.
Or someone.
She also wanted to try something.
Something that would change how everyone saw her.
They wouldn't look away and say, "it's just Bay being Bay."
They would look away for an other reason.
She took a step forwards.
Daphne stopped cooking and signed, "What are you doing?"
Bay couldn't breath.
"I...I have to try something."
The red head frowned.
Bay swallowed, cupping a hand on her cheek, "Just don't...don't freak out."
Lips brushed even softer ones.
A heart beat.
Daphne pulled away.
Another one.
She came back.
Confused, dark blue eyes looked decided.
Daphne grabbed Bay.
The kiss sent a fire down her bones.
It was everything Bay wanted.
It's what she was looking for.
Danger, expression, the hint of the life she always wanted...
It deepend.
And got desperate.
Teeth nipped and their breathing escalated.
Daphne pulled back again.
"Stop! We can't...we can't do this. Not here!"
Bay just grinned.
"Honey I've got all night."
She was more than a Kennish.
More than Bay.
She was a girl with an axe.
...and possibly lesbian.
But who cared?
She got her answer.
Fin.