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5. Untrusted Stranger

I was heading back home. I realized the day was slowly ending. Even if it was summer and sun stays on the sky longer, I felt a little anxious thinking of The Street Out Of Rights. I've never visited this place on sunset. And I've never felt bad about it either. I don't know, maybe just my stupid feelings were fooling me. I quickly forgot about it and moved on. But unfortunately everything came back when I stepped into to this area.

Big shadow covering this place seemed to be even darker than before. The place was still empty. No one walking by, no one sitting in the corner waiting for their victim. Seemed like perfectly safe place, just like during the day. I slowly started moving on but once again these paintings caught my attention. I can't believe they look so good. Just like someone hired a really good painter to decorate this street. And that didn't sound scary or dangerous at all.

Then I realized something has changed. One painting. It was a painting which looked like someone tried to draw a piece of space on the wall. And it looked more than amazing. But I could swear it wasn't there before, when I was heading to my uncle's workshop. Something pushed me in that direction and I slowly came up to that wall. I was literally staring at that painting and couldn't take my eyes of it. I love art, any kind of it, even if others say that it's just trash and ruins good look of streets. For me it's something I can be jealous of. I would love to paint like this, unfortunately I'm not a painter at all. I can only sing and take good pictures. That's a piece of art too, right?

I wanted to take out my phone to take a picture of it but then I realized I don't have it. Crap! I must have forgotten to take it from my room. I started desperately looking for something that might be useful. While searching through my bag I found my old camera I was using for a long time when I was younger. Now I have a better one but also kept the old one. It was kinda broken and quality of pictures wasn't really good but at least will help to keep this piece of art.

I turned it on and it worked. It had enough of battery to take a few more pictures before it will shut down. I was so busy operating the camera I didn't realize I wasn't alone anymore..
When I was about to take a picture I heard someone's voice behind my back.
- No pictures!

I jumped immediately and fell to the ground catching my camera. I was scared as hell. I looked up and almost got a heart attack. From the first look I knew it wasn't just a pedestrian trying to make a fun of me.
It was a girl. A little taller than me but looked like she was around my age. She had short-long, reddish, probably painted, hair with straight fringe covered with black cap. She was wearing a blue jacket and under it had a black tshirt with some printing on it. It probably was a red dragon. Her leggings were green with Japanese neon green inscription on it. I had no idea what did it mean. I've never been interested in this language since there's not many people speaking it right now. English is the most popular language all over the world. Anyway, she was also having black and purple shoes and black choker on her neck. She looked kinda like someone who came here from Asia but her beauty was mixed.

I gulped as she was staring at me with suspicious look in her eyes. I also realized she was carrying a backpack and a can of paint in her right hand. Oh no.. Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! She was a rebel! I probably was in big trouble. Couldn't even say a word and didn't even have a phone to call for help. After a few seconds she spoke again.
- Are you going to sit there for hours and just stare at me, moron?
- ..M-Moron..?
- Whatever, better get your butt out of here. And don't even try to use that camera again! Or I will break it into pieces

With these words she walked up to another wall putting her backpack on the ground. She started unpacking it as it was full of painting stuff. I was so confused I only managed to finally stand up but still watching her every move. I was just asking myself, why didn't she do anything to me? Rebels are the worst right? Why am I still here, not being hurt at all..?