Graffiti Gangster (GirlxGirl)

I live in the streets. No, I wasn't homeless. The city is my home, the streets are my rooms, and the buildings are my furniture. Art has been a huge part of my life. One thing in particular - Graffiti. Yes, I vandalise on walls with my spray paint, imprinting walls with my art. My signiture mark was marking a huge SF on my every drawing. SF means Street Fighter. It's the name of the gang I was part in. I was the second highest in our group and all people in the city feared us. We were the baddest of the baddest. My life consisted of running and fighting the whole time. Since my family abandoned me...

I was called Jaguar, my nickname for my gang. Hearing the word Jaguar would make every person shiver in fear. Like I said, we were feared. Us. Especially me and the head boss. However, one particular person proved that we were wrong. Soon, there were red X marks on my SF graffitis. I thought this was a declaration of a gang war. Anger grew into all of us. We wanted this to stop since it was putting in a bad reputation into my group. The unknown person was smart. It was very hard to find this person. One day the person decided for us to meet by leaving a message into my wall apartment. No one was to come, only me.

But what I didn't expect to see was... my very worst nightmare that soon turned to be a beautiful dream. That person was none other than person whom I would be sharing my future with. The girl of my dreams. My very own enemy.