I am awoken by the sound of Adam turning on the leaf blower outside. I mumble curse words into my pillow, not wanting to wake up. Last night Pierson dropped me off at 11:45, fifteen minutes before my curfew. I didn't get to sleep until around 1 and am still tired, considering it's only eight o'clock.
"Outlaw, Ivy, wake me up when it's 2030." I say before sitting up in my bed.
I haven't hung out with my best friend Cleo for two weeks now, but then again she understands what I've been doing over the past week. I have still yet to tell her about Pierson, but maybe I shouldn't jump the gun. Two days ago we didn't even know about eachother's existence, so it's pretty hard pressed to think that we'll get married tomorrow.
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"You see Prim, that's not art. The little paintings you draw of the beach or of palm trees. It doesn't communicate anything. Graffiti is used to talk about the problems that the rest of the world is trying to ignore." I admire his love for grafitti, but don't necessarily agree with some of his points.
"All forms of art are beautiful." I retort.
"They can look pretty, but what does it mean?" He asks me and I'm not even sure how to answer that.
I look down at the ground and kick a rock.
"See, you don't have an answer, because there isn't one. Now lets paint some thing that matters." He says while sitting his bag on the ground.
I am foreign to creating grafitti, I've seen grafitti in a lot of places but never thought about trying it myself.
"What are we going to spray paint on the rail car? Can we do flowers? I love flowers." I ask, curious if he even has an idea.
"No. We are going to put 'I see humans, but no humanity' and a person standing nearby." He tells me his idea.
I will be no help whatsoever to his creation, but it wouldn't hurt to try.
"Okay, do you have a stencil or something?" I ask and he laughs.
"A stencil? I don't use stencils." He shakes his
"Outlaw, Ivy, wake me up when it's 2030." I say before sitting up in my bed.
I haven't hung out with my best friend Cleo for two weeks now, but then again she understands what I've been doing over the past week. I have still yet to tell her about Pierson, but maybe I shouldn't jump the gun. Two days ago we didn't even know about eachother's existence, so it's pretty hard pressed to think that we'll get married tomorrow.
But we are …show more content…
"You see Prim, that's not art. The little paintings you draw of the beach or of palm trees. It doesn't communicate anything. Graffiti is used to talk about the problems that the rest of the world is trying to ignore." I admire his love for grafitti, but don't necessarily agree with some of his points.
"All forms of art are beautiful." I retort.
"They can look pretty, but what does it mean?" He asks me and I'm not even sure how to answer that.
I look down at the ground and kick a rock.
"See, you don't have an answer, because there isn't one. Now lets paint some thing that matters." He says while sitting his bag on the ground.
I am foreign to creating grafitti, I've seen grafitti in a lot of places but never thought about trying it myself.
"What are we going to spray paint on the rail car? Can we do flowers? I love flowers." I ask, curious if he even has an idea.
"No. We are going to put 'I see humans, but no humanity' and a person standing nearby." He tells me his idea.
I will be no help whatsoever to his creation, but it wouldn't hurt to try.
"Okay, do you have a stencil or something?" I ask and he laughs.
"A stencil? I don't use stencils." He shakes his