Salute The Bad (ON HOLD.)

1. graffiti, and getting caught.

"S**t!" I cussed as I heard the sirens become louder. Meaning the cops were just near by. But my master piece is not done.

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I wonder why I didn't bring my car. Oh yeah, that would totally give me away. Anyway, I was actually doing graffiti on the school wall. Its kind of my tradition to do something, like a prank or graffiti at school once a week. So yeah, tonight is that night.

The cops were getting closer, so I decided that I'll pay someone a visit. I ran then hid as the cops passed by. I went in his apartment. Well, he lives at a apartment, because its closer to school. But he has this gigantic house. Almost as big as mine.

I didn't bother to knock. I just went in. He was cooking with only his boxers, and a vest. Though his muscles were visible.

"Oh, hey there Sam." He greet me.

"Hi." I said, and took a deep breath in.

"I see, you were being chased, again." He said as he dished some food. "I wonder what you did this time." He gestured for me to come and sit. And I did just that.

"Well," I teased. "Your wonders shall be answered tomorrow." I said. Does that even make sense?

"Mhm," we started eating. But as for me, I couldn't move my eyes from his chest. "Are you done with the project I gave you guys last week?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. "Its due tomorrow." He said and I spit my drink on his face.

"OMG, I've got to go and finish it." I ran to the door. "BYE!" I ran to my house, which was just a couple of blocks away. Did I forget something? I feel like I did.

When I got home. My mom and dad were just cuddled on the couch. Old people love, gross. Just kidding, they are not that old, at all. My dads got brown eyes, brown hair, and he is also built from muscles. Well, not that buff, but he is the kind of guy who looks like he used to be a jock in high school. My mom, has blond hair and blue eyes, does that ring a bell? Well she was one of those girls who were your typical cheerleader.

They both met in high school. The problem was when they had to graduate. Dad went to college to study law. While mom went to university to study medicine. See, I got a doctor, and a lawyer. After that, they got married and after a year, they had me. Oh and I'm the only child. Just so you know.

"Hey, honey. How was the arts club?" It had cops, that chased me. God I had to run all the way to my boyfriend, who is my teacher might I add. But I don't think they need to know that.

"It was exhausting." I said, putting an exaggerated sigh at that.

"Good thing you only attend it once a week." My dad said with a wink. My dad knows everything, excluding the boyfriend, and gang thing. He knows about me being a rebel.

"Uh, well. I already had dinner. And I have to finish this project. Its due tomorrow. So I'll get to work." I said and went upstairs.

"Don't stay up late!" My mom said after me.

"Goodnight!" I said, and went to my room.

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School came. You see, I happen to own 2 vehicles. Bought by yours faithfully. My dad. He is the coolest dad ever. When I was done with getting ready. I went down stairs. Ate breakfast and drove to school.

History has said that Mr Robins is the founder of the school and he was a prep. So now you get the idea of where Robins Prep High School comes from. You see the dude died when I started high school. And believe it or not. It was said that very year on March 24 we celebrate. I don't understand, if we are celebrating his death, or. . .