Onto the next chapter!
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Chapter 2: Corrina Boulevardez
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I had a big collection of spray paint in my room that nobody knew about. Almost every color imaginable. And the walls in my room? Almost every color imaginable. I guess my mom thought that letting me spray paint my room would heal me of my addiction of tagging and graffitiying.
Tsch, yeah right. All it did was spark my imagination. So, technically, this is all my mom's fault. Hmm, I should have mentioned that in court..
Tagging is awesome, the way the colors flow out of the can, all mumbling together to form a picture. The adrenaline rush, the smell of the paint. Man, lo gobiernos. So, maybe I am loco. It's even better when you're doing a PG-13 picture of your estùpido princpioi on the front wall of your escuela.
And how estùpido can they be? There's a girl who's had a past record of tagging public property in the school, and they spend 2 months trying to figure out who did it. Not that I'm complaining. They never did find out that it was me.
Yet, here I am packing my bags to go to some stupid place called, "Camp Green Lake". All because I just had to tag that estùpido spot under that estùpido bridge. To bad I never anticipated I would get caught. 'Cause I did. Of course, Emiljha and Noella both got off scotch free. Well, maybe not completely scotch free. They both got $100 fines. And that's a lot of dinero. They get fines, and I get some estùpido camp. Maybe it won't be all that bad though. It is, of course, named, 'Camp Green Lake'.
Can't be that bad, adecuado?
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Chapter 2: Corrina Boulevardez
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I had a big collection of spray paint in my room that nobody knew about. Almost every color imaginable. And the walls in my room? Almost every color imaginable. I guess my mom thought that letting me spray paint my room would heal me of my addiction of tagging and graffitiying.
Tsch, yeah right. All it did was spark my imagination. So, technically, this is all my mom's fault. Hmm, I should have mentioned that in court..
Tagging is awesome, the way the colors flow out of the can, all mumbling together to form a picture. The adrenaline rush, the smell of the paint. Man, lo gobiernos. So, maybe I am loco. It's even better when you're doing a PG-13 picture of your estùpido princpioi on the front wall of your escuela.
And how estùpido can they be? There's a girl who's had a past record of tagging public property in the school, and they spend 2 months trying to figure out who did it. Not that I'm complaining. They never did find out that it was me.
Yet, here I am packing my bags to go to some stupid place called, "Camp Green Lake". All because I just had to tag that estùpido spot under that estùpido bridge. To bad I never anticipated I would get caught. 'Cause I did. Of course, Emiljha and Noella both got off scotch free. Well, maybe not completely scotch free. They both got $100 fines. And that's a lot of dinero. They get fines, and I get some estùpido camp. Maybe it won't be all that bad though. It is, of course, named, 'Camp Green Lake'.
Can't be that bad, adecuado?
