Part 9

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I heard distant laughter, and the sound of a can of spray paint. After hearing that, we looked at each other in a panic, knowing exactly whose laugh that was. We started to move, thinking that we could maybe hide from him instead of leaving all together. But nope. He definitely saw us, and he definitely followed us while covering the fences and walls with black spray paint. We hid behind a corner, hoping he would leave. We sat there in silence, listening for any sign of him before going back in the open. We could only hear the overbearing sound of the waves. Anne whispered, "Is he gone?" "I think so." I replied. I looked behind the corner and didn't see anything, so we got out of our hiding space. Damian then jumped out of a different corner and scared us. He started laughing while we were just frozen there. "Well, if it isn't the lovely couple!" "What do you want, Damian?" Anne spoke up. "As you probably know, someone snitched on me for the time little Miles here wanted to be Superman, and got me in trouble! So I decided to get some payback." He responded. He slowly walked closer and closer to us menacingly, this terrifying grin on his face. He got real close, before Anne slapped him in the face, hard, and before he could react, she kicked him below the belt. That's gotta hurt. She then whipped out a bottle of pepper spray from her back pocket that I didn't previously notice was there and sprayed it in his eyes. He was now on the floor, and I imagine that he's in some pretty bad pain. She kept her pepper spray pointed at him, making sure if he tried to get up, she would spray him back down.

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