The Misunderstood and Disturbing Life of the Teenager

            I snicker in the most childish way possible, which results in Rina snapping at me. "Shut up 'Dara! Just shut up!" I roll my eyes, smirking as I see Gus's pissed off expression turn to the bushes, where Rina and I are currently hiding. And then my smirk turns into a look of worry, because the dumbass just had to be so obvious that the ripped, stocky guys standing in the doorway turn to the bushes too. I duck as quickly as possible, and I hear the one with the spiked hair growl, "Are there more of you? Because if there is, I will fucking terrorize you until they all come out." Gus, of course, tries to play it chill, running his fingers through his hair. "Look man, I was just screwing around. There's no one else with me, I swear to god. It won't happen again." I let out a breath. The boy's a pro at lying. Mr. Giant seems convinced--

And then.

Right there, in the shadows, on top of the fence.

Is a tabby. Lurking there, purring, tail waving back and forth as it walks across the fence. Rina whispers continually, "shit, shit, shit," and I hold my breath. Don't come here. Please don't come here. Please don't come, please don't come, please--

We both duck farther into the bushes when the cat jumps right on top of Rina. The bushes rustle and it's really not that hard to miss out when Rina whispers really loudly, "Shit!" after it digs its claws in her back. Spikey Hair snarls at Gus, grabbing his collar. Gus's really tall, lean, and scary as shit,  but this guy is effing huge. Like steroids huge. "That's not what it sounded like," and pulls back his other fist in the air.

     Everything happens real fast. Rina screams when I grab the cat off her back, which still had its claws engraved in her skin, the three guys look up, Gus slams a punch into Spikey Hair's stomach, who lets go. Gus starts running, Two of the guys start to him, I throw the cat at one of them which collides full on, this time its claws stuck in the dudes facial skin or whatever the hell you wanna call it. We bolt, Gus taking my hand and me pulling Rina along. I realize that I still have some spray paint stuck in the waistband of my sweatpants and I spray the last guy full on with bright red spray paint. He chokes up, spitting out paint that looks like blood. I can't help but laugh until Gus and Rina both tug on my arm even harder. "Dammit Adara, hurry up, woman!" We go around the block where we finally see my giant red jeep. I force my feet to move but keep on laughing, turning around and admiring the sight of the guy continue choking on spray paint under the street light.

He looks up, and I am struck all of sudden at how perfectly sculpted his cheek and jaw bones are, reflecting my inner artist weirdo. Because, like shoot, his face was just symmetrical. I could just hear Mrs. Nillman's voice go off in my ear. The space between your eyes and the space between the side of your head to the side of your eyes should be one eye. From the tearduct of the eye, straight down, should be the sides of the nose. And from the bottom of the nose across the cheek bones, should be the bottom of the ears. Remember--" 

"Adara DRIVE!" Gus is in shotgun, snarling. Rina  does a facepalm. Shit. I hop in, right before Michaelangelo's David can take my arm. He narrowly misses getting his arm squished by the door and I shove the car keys in and take just a second to turn on my music, Rina swearing like I've never heard her. We speed down the street at two in the morning, Kendrick Lamar blasting with the bass full on. I smile pleasantly to myself, as I secretly fulfill my all time dream: to speed down the street with my gangsta music on its loudest through our stupid, stereotypical suburban neighbourhood at this ungodly time. We pass by a couple houses that we teepeed, my glorious red spray paint splashed across their driveways in the most beautiful, creative tag I've ever created. I wish I did this on a canvas or something. The words were just right, the style was fucking awesome. I mean, who wouldn't want their front lawn screaming BEAU CUL right then and there? French itself was gorgeous. "Nice Ass" was even better.