Imperfect Me. (ON HOLD)

I love graffiti ; isn't it just amazing? The art, the mark you leave behind. I was chilling with two of my most trusted adding what we call adding our mark to the dull brick alley. We looked like a unit with our matching gang hoodies; hoods up and our half-face balaclavas adorned. We had nearly completed the graffiti of our logo when an ear piercing shriek, no doubt female, sounded in the air. We froze. Dropped our spray cans and followed the voice...

In front of us was a fragile, small girl, approximately our age being thrust against the wall. Tears ran endlessly down her bruised face while the ruthless attacker towered over her tiny frame. Before anything else could happen we found ourselves sprinting head first towards the attacker. The attacker turned towards us. Shock momentarily lined his face before it twisted into a repulsive snarl, he had pulled a fist back but it was too slow and we got what we needed. Him to make the first move.

A/N: this is my first story. Please give it a chance... I suck at this blurb thing. Don't steal, or copy etc it is copyrighted. Every little piece! ENJOY.