Author's note: This is my first ever Fanfic, so I hope you like it. The names of the schools are just made up, so bear with me. I know the whole "spraypainting the school" is sort of like the scene in SAVED, but hey, it gets better.
It was a chilly night on November 6. The moon was half hidden behind grey, dreary clouds. School was over, like, ten hours ago, and Damita was at Cheyvalley High. She reviled that school. She detested it even before she was going to go there. You see, Damita and her family moved from her old house on the other side to the city to here, where Cheyvalley High happened to be her school. Sure, she was happy, about getting her own room, and having her laptop to herself. But one thing angered her the most. Switching schools. Her old school, Willie E. Dominicson High was her life. Even though she had only been there for grade eight and nine, all her friends were there from her elementary school. All this new school cared about was sports. Yea, Damita liked sports, but it wasn't the major thing shown on her résumé. Anyhow, going to school, Damita found herself digging two spray-paint cans out of her bag, and headed to the back of the school.
"This is for giving me a stupid F, Mr. Vinn," she muttered ruthlessly, as she began to spray-paint all over the walls of the school. She bashed her science teacher Mr. Vinn's classroom window, and climbed in. She began to spray-paint everything—the closet, his desk, the chairs. She even stole some of the test papers. She turned over some desks, and ripped most of the textbooks to pieces. She had just finished her hatred note, when she heard sirens.
"Nothing can get any worse," she grumbled, as she ran to the window. "Why didn't I think of an escape?" she muttered, followed by a string of curses.
"Hello, Miss. Allan. Would you mind putting your hands up please?" a cop garbled, on the ladder. Damita gripped her teeth, and reluctantly put her hands up. Cops came in from the door, as the one on the ladder came in and handcuffed her.
"This is all…" she thought of the right word to say, "…dog poo."
A short chapter, but I promise you that the next handful will be very long (I've already written them out – just polishing them for perfection: )