Chapter Seven - Spray Cans
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"So... this is... awkward." Chris said.
"No shit, Sherlock. This is our first time seeing each other." Tyler rolled his eyes.
"Guys, let's go camp somewhere, then we can talk?" Jorge suggested.
"Yeah, I agree. My legs are getting tired..." Carlo agreed.
"Why not. I'm pretty beat from climbing down the complex." Tyler causally answered.
"Hm... okay."
The four boys found a nearby alleyway, sitting down across from each other. Each had awkward expressions, but were all anxious.
"I've been meaning to ask you guys... you guys have gloves?" Jorge started.
"Oh yeah... I forgot. I couldn't find my other pair, so I just kinda... rolled with it." Chris replied.
"Guys, think! Look at our hands. We all have the same glove, each one of us have only one glove each, and they're all the same color." Tyler groaned. He put out his right hand out, his gray glove visible to the others. The three did the same, and they all looked at each other.
"Cool." Carlo said.
"What's in your guy's bag?" Chris asked.
"Oh... a spare jacket, and a dark blue spray can. My parents got it for me." Jorge said.
"Some packed sushi... and a green spray can. My friend Ashley wanted me to have it." Carlo looked.
"Uh... some clothes and a light blue can of spraypaint. Dunno why my drunk father gave it to me..." Chris sighed.
"An extra pair of glasses and red paint." Tyler flatly responded. He looked up from his backpack, and stared at the others.
"Isn't it weird... how we all have spray paint, how we all have one glove missing, and how we all met? Do you think this is a coincidence?"
"Yeah... true. But to prove it is, what were your quotes? Or even better, your dreams?" Jorge asked.
Silence.
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"To leave the city and to be free of approving of freedom."
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"To prove freedom doesn't mean you have to earn it."
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"To find a new world for me to live in."
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"To chase the dreams I've dreamed to live."
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"Guys... I have an idea."
An idea sparked in Jorge's head, standing up and taking the spray can. He shook it up, and sprayed against the wall.
"WHOA DUDE! Spray paint has chemicals that can burn eyes out! What are you, crazy!?" Chris exclaimed, ducking.
"Yes I am!" Jorge smiled.
He slowly sprayed a sentence, then closed the paint. Tyler, Carlo and Chris stood up and saw the words he painted. They all gasped.
"The quote wall..." Carlo gasped.
I'm Chasing Dreams
"My idea? To paint the city with the paint we have, and post the quotes with the voices we have!"
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