It was dark tonight in the alley, the lights from the tall buildings across the street made it look like a Christmas tree.
I had my cardboard box with three spray cans in it under my arm, and I had two stencils under the other arm. I looked for a blank canvas on the wall of a drugstore. My stencil was a happy face with small devil horns on its head; the other stencil was a circle for the layout of the happy face devil. I found the perfect spot and pulled out my can of yellow paint. I love the clicking sound of a spray can, It's like a trailer to a movie; it gets you hyped up until you find out that your paint nozzle has paint shit on it. I had to replace that nozzle with the red paint nozzle again to not waste any time.
I'm nobody really, just a twenty-three year old girl named Kai Marquis. My parents named me that because it was the Greek word for "pure", but they didn't know that it also meant "torture". My parents aren't Greek, they just liked how it fit in with my last name.
I had to replace that nozzle with the red paint nozzle again to not waste any time. I held a bandanna around my mouth to avoid the smell of chemicals in the paint. When I took the stencil off the wall, I left a beautiful sun-like circle. I took the second stencil and took the nozzle off the yellow can and screwed it on the red can. I put the stencil on the circle and continued to spray. Suddenly, blue and red lights flickered on me and I heard a robotic voice. Dropping my stencils and picking up my stupid box, I ran through the dark alley, not knowing where I'm going. The cops started yelling at me and sprinting after me as I was already out of breath when I came to the sidewalk.
"We need to talk to you, stop running!" shouting the cop. I'm not sure if the cop was on my tail or even if it was two cops, but the entire street was a blur while I ran. This was probably why my mother always wanted to teach me how to ride a bike when I was younger. If I always had I bike while I was doing this shit, I would probably outrun these cops. But I'm not like Banksy or rap artists that hate the police and tell everyone else to hate the police. I think that the police to great at their job protecting the city from crime. I mean, imagine if people like Banksy ran the police force, it would probably be total haywire.
The officers pulled their flashlights on me, giving me less of a chance getting away. I was about ten feet from behind me and I ran towards the park. The freeway pass was above half of the park and I started running toward the overpass wall. I sprung myself against the wall, only to fall down. I felt my ovaries shatter, and I was then showered by bright lights. Yet another night failed.