"𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗼.... 𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗲. "
in which a delinquent youth by the name of Y/N Rowe finds himself stranded in the big ole apple of New York City as he...
SEVERAL MONTHS HAVE PASSED For Y/N Rowe has he'd been visiting different places and countries after leaving Salmon Bay Washington and the Akomish.
The Native American needed this time away from what had happened to try expand himself as an street artist with his inquisitive traits and talents.
The current time was 9 o'clock on the east coast peering out of the window Y/N softly smile as he sees the famous statue of lady liberty meaning that his plane ride from London was finally coming to a end.
Walking through the ever busy airport passing by other people Y/N waiting for his luggage to arrive which was nothing but a simple bookbag that had his spray paint cans, and few other items his hands reached for the bag placing it over his shoulder Y/N heads towards the exit as he excited to explore the big ole apple.
Few minutes later Y/N was looking a good spot to do a bit of graffiti right now he was currently in Queens as he used Neon too get there quicker after asking few locals where the best spot and views were in the city hence he was tourist.
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Arriving at his destination Y/N slowed down taking a good look around the surrounding area liking the looks of the area he hums softly walking towards the stairs he could see the sun gleaming over the beautiful waters of Long Island glistening from the bright beams, the Native American young adult reached into his bag grabbed a few spray cans as he begins to work on his next masterpiece.
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" Now the fun begins, " Said Y/N who was now ready to create his masterpiece. A few hours had passed Y/N was now covered in different colors of paint on his cheeks and the tips of his fingers as he takes a step back looking at his handiwork he created.
Smiling at his art Y/N wiped the sweat of his forehead stretch his arms and legs cracking a few of his muscles when suddenly...
