Writing on the Walls
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Welcome to the Runaway Clique.
On and beneath the streets of San Francisco, armed with spray paint and endless words to shout to the world, live the runaways. The broken. The misfits. All with stories and baggage. They do all they can to survive, expressing themselves in the writing on the walls.
Things all change when they meet a rich boy who, at first glance, seems to have everything. But people are complex, and life is hard. How will the runaways' lives and problems mesh with that of a rich boy, his family's business, and an arranged marriage? This chance meeting could either make them or break them.
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