[Undefined Hatred.]
(Chase In Media)
Chase Knight.
A name that makes females go wild. The teachers stressed out, and the guys a little jealous. A name that may strike fear in the hearts of some, that's not the goal.
Is there any reason why? There's many, actually. Some reasons are of course unknown but, many are known to me.
My name, one that cops despise to hear.
Makes them automatically grab the cuffs.
Chase Knight.
A name that people normally tend to never forget. Is it my smile? Possibly. Is it my charm? Possibly. Could it be, my personality? Possibly. What about my actions? See, they speak louder than my words.
My actions are done through my artwork. I have dozens of masterpieces, all over the city. Could the be in art shows on display? Maybe even, a junior museum? Nah.
They're on the walls, abandoned buildings, trains, business, schools, even billboards. I love the sound of the can, when you first shake it. The sound the paint makes when it comes out.
On a breezy Monday morning, I was out. Abandoned train station. You would think the space here would be all used, and abused. That's not the case.
I walk along side of the walls, me and my best friend of years, Carter. I find a spot that's seems just perfect for me, and smile at the perfectly blank wall.
"I'll take here," I call out, Carter nods and signals to me that she'll be around the corner.
I drop my bag, right next to my feet. I grab a can of spray paint and begin to work. Whatever pops into mind first, is normally what I paint, today I didn't really have anything.
I just started to do a little something, that had to deal with school. I started off by painting the principle. All of the hatred I had for her, was slowly draining away, I made her how she looks; sloppy.
"Chase-! 5-0!" Once I hear those words from the left of me and footsteps to follow, I drop my can and grab my bag as I begin to run.
"Fence!" Carter yells from along side of me. I hear her footsteps getting closer as we begin in a pursuit together. "Hey-!" The cop shouts from behind us.
"Sprint-!" I shout and we begin to sprint together, booking. We approach the fence as we easily make our way over. "Stop-!"
We cut down the main street into the crowd of people and continue to run for about another two and a half blocks. We don't stop until we reach an alleyway.
I hunch over, my hands on my knees while I pant like a dog. My lungs are on fire, and my throat burns. I hardly broke a sweat.
Carter and I sit in silence for a moment, the only audible sound is us trying to catch up with our breathing. We glance up at eachother and begin laughing instantly.
"Too close." I joke, standing up straight. "Damn, my boxers rising." Carter complains, she fixes herself and I dust myself off.
I have no idea what else there is to do, or what we were going to do next, but we started walking.
I remind myself that I needed to call into school and act like my mother, that way I'd have another excused absence. I'll use one of her doctor notes from work as an excuse.
