smile!! [yugbam]

exhibit 02

the next room was all covered in paint. half of the room was a recreation of the colorful galaxy graffiti art on the polaroid in the previous exhibit. the other half was being taken over be pitch black. in a haunting font wrote "FUCK YOU ALL" dripping down as if it was melting. many small rude comments where also written in the black space. the only light source in this room was a small window on the wall, that illuminated a boy sitting on a ledge. underneath it was an enlarged photo of 'journal entry 2'.

on the podium was a polaroid, empty black spray cans, and a black mask.

the polariod was the small picture as the one illuminating on the wall. it was dated '940502'.

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bambam goes to the school computer lab before leaving for home and couldn't believe his eyes. how did his post from yesterday blow up so much? he was unaware of any of this happening yesterday because he has no access of the internet at his house. the blog post has gained more likes than he's ever gotten combined and hundreds of comments filling underneath his photo.

regardless, this is actually so well made. i'm impressed.

you guys are sick. it doesn't matter if it's good, fuck you guys.

is it just me or am i absolutely in love with this??

someone find the location and DESTROY THIS

are you guys sure it's from him? what if it isn't and you all are making assumptions.

can someone catch me up on why this is controversial?

it's so obvious it's his

bambam scrolled down through so many comments, to end up with nothing about the context behind all of it. what is happening? why did this reach out to so much people? what are they on about? who is ''he'? he shook his head and logged out of the computer. no matter, people are still appreciating his photos and that makes him pretty happy. they must be talking about the artist behind the painting. i wonder who he is... and why everyone seems to be hating on him for no reason.

bambam walked out the school doors and took in the fresh air, holding onto his backpack straps firmly. i have to find the artist. he immediately took off, running back to the bridge where the artwork was. as he was sprinting back to the location, his mind couldn't stop developing more and more questions of the comments under his blog post. all he did was just post someone's artwork... why does it matter? he needs to get some answers.

bambam grips onto his backpack even tighter, hoping so hard that the artist is around. at this point he's become determined to figure out who this stranger is. not just because of the strange comments, but to ask him how he did it. how he was able to create something so wonderful, that it immersed bambam himself into that exact world of imagination.

and he will not stop until he gets to know this person.

as bambam was about to cross a busy street, to get to the same location from where he was standing when he took those nice landscape photos, something caught his eye on that spot.

a boy. tall with a black hoodie on. head leaning down toward the highway. sitting on the ledge. a little too close for comfort. his brown permed hair flowing to the patterns of the wind. just letting nature run through him.

"wow..." bambam accidentally let out under his breath. he looks so pretty sitting there. with the colored sky contrasting in the background.

bambam took out his camera and waited for the right moment to snap a picture of the boy. the picture perfect timing where the cars are passing by, but just in frame where they're not blocking the boy, but adding a blurred effect. he waited for the exact angle he wanted the boy to turn his face at.