Academy Supernatural

Chapter 1

A sly grin played on my lips as my spray cans made quick work of the brick wall before me. As I finished the second to last letter, I checked my watch. Two minutes. Perfect. I grabbed the red can from the bag at my feet and started the final touch to my masterpiece. A curve here, line there, circle, circle, star... and done! I stepped back and smiled at my creation, a satisfying "Fuck School!" with an abstract middle finger right in the front. Couldn't have sprayed it better if I was drunk.

Just then, I heard the bell go off and snatched up my bag, running back to the front of the school. I had just under six seconds before teachers would be out of their classrooms to make sure the students got to their next class and didn't linger. I just had to make it into the hall and behind the first locker unit before then. I threw open the front door and skidded up alongside the lockers, ducking back just as the first door opened.

Kids streamed out of their classrooms, instantly filling the hall with laughter, groans of agony, or just general chatter. I waited until the hallway was filled almost to the max before slipping into the open and walking towards my next class. None of the teachers seemed to notice and I made it into the room without a problem, sitting down with a pleased sigh. Mission accomplished.

As I sat there, waiting for class to begin, a friend of mine leaned forward in his chair and poked my back with the butt of his pencil. "Hey, dude. Did you do it?" he asked.

I smirked without turning around. "I did."

"Nice." He grinned and hit the back of my chair firmly before sitting back.

The rest of the day was boring, as usual, and by the time classes finally ended, I was almost dozing off. I actually would have, if my pesky biology teacher hadn't smacked his ruler down on my desk to wake me up. Jerk. Either way, I was grateful for the last bell when it finally released us for the day. With a relieved sigh, that I did not hide from my teacher, I picked up my backpack and strode out the door. After collecting my things from my locker, I headed for the front doors.

As I was walking through the main gate, I noticed a commotion by the side of the school. A knowing grin crossed my face and I held my head high as I passed, proud of my work. I wondered how long it would take them to scrub it off. Hopefully it'd last long enough to go viral through the school. With any luck, it would leak to the nearby districts too. I perked up at the thought. That would be cool. Disappointing that I couldn't take credit for it, but some things were worth the sacrifice.

When I made it home, I went straight up to my room and closed the door, ignoring my homework as I tossed it in the corner for later. I pulled my phone out and texted a friend of mine.

"Did u c it? Rate?"

It took him a few minutes to reply, but when he did, he sent a photo of my work with a message in all caps.

"DUDE!!! GOOD ONE!!! 10/10!"

I snickered and dropped my phone onto my desk, going into the bathroom. As I entered, I picked up the almost empty can of orange paint from the counter top. Then I turned to the wall on the far side of the bathroom. Roman numeral tally marks of spray paint covered almost the entire wall. If I looked close enough, I could see areas of the old blue paint that used to be there peeking through the orange. But those spots were few and far between now. I liked this color much better anyways. With a flourish, I sprayed two strips in opposite diagonals in the lower right-hand corner. Ten points for Malcolm Rivera. Zero for Windermere Blvd High.

Suddenly. There was a knock on my bedroom door. I set the can down, kicking the bathroom door closed on my way out as I headed for my bedroom. I opened the door to find my mother, a stack of papers in one hand, a pen in the other. I frowned when I saw her. "What's up?"