Urban Sketcher

Chapter 3

As I follow through along the faint pencil line with a charcoal black ink pen I glance up to admire the view. The view which I just put to paper in a matter of time. Nodding my head up and down I continue to observe every detail I see in the real world and everything I put to paper to see if I did downtown L.A justice. As I take in deep breathes and exhale I just sit in silence. Easing my back into the chair, relaxing my shoulders and letting the breeze takke my worries and sorrow away as it sweeps gracefuly through my hair. I just sit there taking it all in and enjoying the buzz of the traffic going the small cafe and the quiet chatter of conversation between family, friends and strangers. 

As minutes pass and the sun's light starts to fade, the firery sky reminds me I need to go. Swiping my hands across the wooden table collecting my pens journal and other paraphernalia I can't help but notice two young boys make their way into the Starbucks as I leave. Both laughing and chattering as they reached the entrance. They looked like teenagers or early twenties I observed as I continue to make my departure.

With my bag over my shoulders I walk swiftly down the street towards the carpark where my Jeep is awaiting. Turning around the corner I meet a breeze as it glides through my curly locks and  sweeps through the short sleves of my T-shirt. I take a right and reach my destination; my Jeep. Inserting my hand into my jean pocket I search for my car keys, pulling them out I press a button in the center of the top of my key initiating the doors to unlock. Pulling the drivers seat door handle towards me I hear the click and I peel the door back with my hand using my entire arm. Leaning over towards the passengers seat I fumble for a jar in the glove box. Pen, paper, gum, string.... Jar! Pulling myself out of the car I jerk the lid to the right then screw it off, plunging my hand in I take out a mint and pop it into my mouth.

"I need to sort this mess out..." I whisper to myself. Thinking of where to move boxes and where to move clothes and shoes, I begin to move from the front of the car to the back. Heaving the back door open I notice spaces between my belongings, so I decide to fill those empty spaces with what was in the front. Shifting paraphernalia back and forth I start to see my floor, I see more and more as I create more space. Floor now empty I start the short walk back to the end of my car only to turn arouond and notice two boys standing at the back of my car searching through my stuff. In anger and shock I strut up to them and yell "WHAT ARE YO-" 

Immediately the boy with the red bandana and blue sunglasses covering his face takes me by suprisse and wraps an arm around my waist holding my arms to my sides and securing them tere in his tight grip. His left arm is wrapped around my left shoulder with his hand clamped to my mouth. Struggling and fighting back I stomp on his foot with all the force and might in me attepting to do damage ir even break a bone. Nothing. Heavy duty work boots with steel caps deflect any intention of pain. As I continue to squirm and attempt to attack his sidemman continnues to look through my car.

"Give me the keys!" The man in the car calls as he jerks his head out the window. He wears a white mask to cover his face and identity with sunglasses over top to conceal his eye colour along with a hat to hide any potential features. As the man refraining me hears the command he obeys in matter of seconds. His tight grip slightly loosens as he reaches for my hand, I fight hard against him trying to use my back and legs to peel away from him but like the last tries, no luck. Forcibly he snatches the keys away from my hand and dumps me on the hard concrete with aggresion to make sure I stay there. 

Tilting my head to the left and putting my ear to the ground I see the rear end of my Jeep getting farther and farther away until it turns the corner and is gone. Everything is gone now except for my bag along with my sketch book and other art tools.

Rapid footsteps come hurtling towards me... Help? Panting, curses and voices of two young men are all I see and hear before the darkness takes over and I am left there on my back, helpless.