Aaron shuts the door to his flat behind him. The sound echoes around the stairs, each floor telling the other of the movement at the top of the building.
“So how do you come up with your ways of, erm, communicating with the public?” Aaron says jogging down the stairs beside me.
“Easy, you just take something that is stupid and needs to be pointed out to the public, and do so in the best way possible” I say skipping a few steps.
“So I just need to find something stupid?” He asks me, skipping four steps.
“Pretty much.” I say I pause and take a large jump and leap over five steps. I stumble a bit on the landing.
Aaron smirks.
“So what do you find stupid?” I ask him, he has stopped now. He swings his arm and flies over seven steps. He lands on his side, laughing.
“Um,” Aaron stands slowly using the wall. Something's not right. “In the beginning, when everyone in school found out I had cancer, they mocked me for being sick. They said I was weak. That’s stupid. Kids are stupid.” His face has turned hard. Something inside me is on alert now. I nod my head.
“And so we shall tell them.” I say, then I leap onto the metal rusting banister and slide down to the last floor.
The wind hits me with great force as I walk outside on to the concrete street. I pull my jacket closer to me. There is a large amount of dirt in the air. Perfect.
I turn left and walk with Aaron, he’s leaning over a bit. I watch his face carefully in the corner of my eyes. His face is expressionless, he’s a better liar than I thought initially.
As I walk into the small store I hear a dinosaur roar.
“Hello?” I call out. Tate comes round the corner and smiles when he see me.
“Long time no see, Kayla.” He says leaning on the glass counter filled with colour splashed and layered over each other.
“I brought you a new customer, Tate. No grudges.” I say I feel the joy seep into my chest, warming me through. I look about the shop, the warmth spreads and I sigh.
“What was that?” Aaron’s voice breaks my withdraw into the store.
I snap my head towards him and show him my teeth. I hear Tate laughing behind me.
“Go find what you need.” I say to Aaron, ignoring the large smirk.
“Is there another one?” I ask Tate coming over to him. he walks behind the counter.
“I don’t know, Kayla, you haven’t been around for a while, and I might need extra payment.”
“It’s been a week, owe you nothing.” I say, greedily staring at my cubby hole in the sea of small holes behind Tate. He laughs, and pulls out a cd. I take them from him and put it in a pocket in my overly large jacket. He shakes his head.
“I don’t know why you want them.” He says his eyes darkening.
I shake my head. “ This kid is a genius. Have you seen him leave it yet?”
Tate shakes his head, “ No whoever they are they are quick to leave the cd in your hole and leave.”
I nod and look about for Aaron. He suddenly comes round the corner with five cans of paint and two paint brushes.
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Another splash of paint falls down on the ground beside me. I keep my eyes trained on the art revealing itself before me.
“Are you done yet?” I ask.
“Yeah.” Aaron calls back from the top of the ladder. He climbs to the ground carefully. Suddenly with the rushing of the wind, sirens come sweeping to me with the dirt.
“Aaron!” I yell, “ Run!”
He jumps the last few steps and we start sprinting away from the painting on the building. Soon my lungs start burning, I keep pushing, feeling Aaron run beside me. I quickly turn the corner, and cross the street, a car blares at me as I run around it. We turn again into an ally way. I jump and grab the lowest rung of the fire escape. I pull the ladder down with my weight and start to climb it without bothering to let it reach the ground. I feel the structure shake and move under me. I feel Aaron’s weight on the metal behind me.
I take large breathes once I stand on the roof of the building. Aaron looks as scared as a child with a clown. I smile a bit at him then turn to the view. The painting sticks out against the red bricks making the message clearer than day. In dark paints are long, shadowy figures kicking a casket. Streaking over the top of the scene are words smeared downwards to the ground, making each letter look like rain drops.
N
v
d
c
a
“Now what?” Aaron asks me, his eyes set on his art before him.
“Band practice.” I say.
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Author's note: I case you couldn't read the words it says: Never discriminating. xx
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Teen Fiction“What’s your name?” I say opening the box. “Aaron.” He says staring at what I’m doing. “I’m Kayla. But don’t go around telling people.” “Why not?” A smirk comes back on his face. “Names are too mainstream.” I say unscrewing the bottle, I pour one bo...
