So this is me troubled teenager .i do what I want when I want
Right now m running from a cop his name is John
, how do I know this because last week he almost caught me graffiting on the side this random school I found .
hey you can't blame me It looked boring with all they bitchy school skirts and Whiny American accent
Yes I'm American but That doesn't make life any more exciting .the exciting part is that I live in Las Vegas . Any way back to the story
I turned in a sharp alley. Way that leads to this old broken down studio aka my favorite place in the world . only that this time johns voice is hot on my heels so I turned around and punched him ahhh it's like Deju vu .
I swiftly turn to my heels only to find a tall figure with a mop of curls covering his face . And boy do I gotta say he is fine
But all go a sudden I try to run, just to find myself bumping into a wall and crashing
