SHOW ME WHAT’S MINE

JAMIE

“What the hell is going on with you, Jamie?” my dad yells, his face growing redder with each passing second. 

I briefly think about giving him attitude, but I've never seen him this angry, and I'm actually worried he might have a heart attack, so I shrug my shoulders and try to make myself smaller. The cans of spray paint are screaming my guilt no matter how innocent I try to make myself look. 

“You ruined our neighbor’s ...