Facade

Chapter 1

Carli POV:

The deserted street gave me the creeps as I looked left and right before crossing the street and continuing on my way home from my best friend, James house.

He lived down 3 streets from me. It was still 6 pm so I decided to do a detour and ended up crossing the streets into an oblong one.

As I was making my way down the road I heard a spray hit against a harsh surface. I had a feeling in the bottom of my pits, you know that gut feeling you get about something.Only problem? I can't tell what the feeling is for.

I cautiously take a step, narrowly side stepping the Hershey's bar wrapper as to not make any sounds and alert who ever or what ever lay behind the alley dumpster.

I turned into the alley way but not completely because of what lay ahead. As I peeked in around the corner I saw nothing at first but I took a few steps forward and did a rolly-polly as returned back to my first position behind the dumpster.

I peeked again and saw a black and navy blue duffel bag. But what surprised me was that it was left open and inside it was full of old and new spray paints.

My eyes widened as I realised it was for graffiti and someone was here just seconds ago. I waited on the look out for anyone but came up with nothing.

Finally,patience fighting a losing battle against curiosity , (curiosity won)I wrap my black scarf around my head and mouth only showing my eyes and pulled my hoddie up in the process.

I checked one last time..... I need to be..the one...who takes you home ...one last time...

Sorry, where was I , and saw no one there. It was a closed alleyway and I thought if anyone was to come this way I could just jump behind the dumpsters.

I rolled once again on the floor before getting up fast and doing a high chin kick.

"Hayyyyahh!Yah!"

Which instead of looking like the female version of Jackie Chan I bet I ended up looking like a fly that has been caught in a web and is trying to get out but calling out for help in another language.

"Yeah! I'm a Ninja!"

I whispered to myself as got up and dusted myself of easily.

I checked one last time to see if anyone was watching me humiliate myself in the form of highest class embarrassment. I turned to the bag and saw the paint dripping from the red and black spray paint as it lead to a half empty spray can that was roughly chucked to side of the wall.

I looked up and my breath was caught at the sight that lay before me. It was full of authentic and artistic graffiti and what caught my eye even more was that it didn't look like it belonged to more than one person.

It almost looked like, it was just one person. And the interesting thing? Every graffiti art had small initials of A.S .

But right in the middle was the biggest tag of all and of the same initials and same writing style. I somehow felt intrigued by the wall and the art on it.

The way it expressed so much feeling and the colours were just screaming something at you. I let my hands wander to the tag on the bottom left of the initials of A.S.

My fingers trailed the intricate design and I traced over the A and the S.

Now, I may be a good girl but that doesn't mean I always stay out if trouble. Vice versa I seem to attract it more. I always have to work hard for my grades and even that I only can just about maintain a B in most subjects and thankfully get a A in some others.