The cabin door creaks as I open it slowly, and step out quietly.
Clouds cover the full moon, so the chances of me being seen, are low.
The cans in my backpack clank to gether, as I jog over to the cabin in which I saw Ace vanish in the evening with three other guys.
He's going to pay for what he did...
When I reach the cabin at last, I set down my backpack and unzip it.
My headlamp shines onto my cans of spray paint.
I grin, and pull out a green can.
My artistic work is quite good, so I don't have to worry about this drawing not working out.
In about an hour, I've sprayed a life size drawing onto the side of Ace's cabin.
The drawing shows Ace and Katey, sitting in a tree, naked.
Their "secret" parts are covered by leaves and branches.
In her one hand, Katey holds a used condom, and her hair is messy and wild.
Ace looks pleased, and smirks arrogantly.
Everything looks like it should.
I now grab a bright red can, and begin to add the finishing touch.
When I finish, I step back to admire my work.
At the bottom of the tree, I've now written in bright red;
"Ace and Katey, sitting in a tree, F.U.C.K.I.N.G!!!"
I grin to myself and check my watch.
12:35 am.
Less than seven hours to go, and then I can see what for a result my drawing has on Ace.
That's going to be fun...
I quickly grab a silver can, and scribble my graffiti name in the corner of the wall; Vaninkly.
Satisfied, I leave the empty cans lying on the moist ground, grab my backpack, and jog back to my cabin.
This next morning, I'm going to be up early, so as to not miss the fun.
No way am I going to miss this!...
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Camp Rickfield -COMPLETE-
Teen FictionWhen my filthy- rich- but -best- Dad -ever came to my room, three days before the summer holidays, I expected him to offer me the same as the last five years of summer holidays. Which was always having a governess take me to California and the beac...
