C h a p t e r O n e 
PROLOGUE
 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -   Looking left then right before deciding that the coast was clear, Youngbae turned the corner and carefully led the way down the dark corridor towards the last door on the right, as one of his friends trailed closely behind him.   "You sure you can get us in, Andre?" He asked as he looked down toward the lanky blonde whose eyes shone crystal-blue under the dim lighting of his cellphone. He was squatted in front of the wooden door that led into one of the classrooms and pulled out two thin metal tools out from his back pocket.   It was the middle of the night. Nearly 3 AM, to be exact, and they were doing the best they could to keep themselves from getting caught as they broke into their local high school; the school they currently attended.   "Of course. But I still don't see why we had to break into the art room to get supplies," Andre whispered over his shoulder as he attempted to pick the lock of the door that led into the art room. "Couldn't we have bought them at the store?"   Youngbae laughed in a low whisper and looked at Andre, patting him on the shoulder before responding, "And where would the fun in that be?"   Andre sighed and rolled his eyes, giving into his best friends farfetched requests as he always did. Sliding the  two little metal rods through the key hole, Andre leaned his head against the door and pressed his ear against it's wooden body. After a few seconds, a clicking sound occurred, alerting him of his success in unlocking the door. "Got it." He stood up and opened it as quietly as humanly possible before moving inside with Youngbae behind him. "W'hat are we here for again?" He asked as he moved to the far left side of the room to begin opening and searching in the cupboards.    The moonlight painted silver streaks inside the room, providing a humble amount of light for them as they searched around it. It was the dead of night and the silence was deafening. It only made the operation that much more exciting and nerve wrecking.   The classroom was large, large enough that in the back portion of it there were six pottery stations and a door which led into a storage space for ceramic pieces and larger projects as well as a kiln to bake the clay. Upon entering the room to the left against the front wall was the teacher's desk and behind it a white board. The tables were set vertically directly in front of it to create two parallel lines on the left and right side of the room. In the front of the room, eight large aluminum tables that could sit up to two students on each side, four to a table, were lined up evenly on opposite sides. To the left behind one line of desks was a large counter taking up most of the wall which was surrounded by cupboards and shelves. It held two large sinks for cleaning. On the other wall, a large closet which held more art supplies and storage space.   Youngbae was now attempting to open the closet door and exhaled iin relief when he saw it swung open with ease. "Spray paint. And I think I found them," He whispered and nodded toward Andre who made his way toward him to hold the door open as he went in. It took a moment for Youngbae to walk out with a box full of spray paint cans and as soon as he did, Andre held out his bag open for him to drop how many cans as he could fit.   "That's it?" Andre asked as he held out the bag for Youngbae who took it after he placed the box back inside the closet and walked out.   "Yeah. Let's go."   Sneaking back out always seemed harder than sneaking in. If you get caught sneaking in, it would be easy to admit your wrong doings and leave with a slap on the wrist. Detention would be worse-case scenario because all you did was attempt to break in. No crime was actually committed. But the same couldn't be said for sneaking out. Being caught sneaking out meant that you managed to break in and if you broke in then odds are you're guilty of doing something else. No one just randomly breaks in to a school for the hell of it. You were looking at expulsion and jail-time for trespassing, breaking and entering, and theft. Especially in a small town like Lennox, South Carolina: where crime was never tolerated and rarely committed.   Successfully managing to walk off campus undetected, Youngbae and Andre found themselves back in Youngbae's black-on-black Camaro where he drove them towards a nearby park.    The two, having dressed in mostly all black with the exception of their dark blue-jeans and colored T-shirts, now took their spot in front of a large wall behind one of the concrete tennis walls.   "Catch!"   Youngbae turned and quickly caught the Corona bottle Andre had thrown him. He used his key chain and opened the bottle then tossed it over to his friend who now took his position beside him.   "Let's get to tagging, shall we?" Youngbae said as he shook the can that was in his hand. Each had taken a spray can of black paint and with that began tagging the wall.   "This is a weird hobby we've developed here," Andre joked as he stood back and assessed his art so far, taking another sip of his beer a she did.   Youngbae looked over his shoulder and laughed as he looked at what it was Andre was outlining. "Nah. It's fine. Though I am concerned for your worsening case of narcissism. I mean seriously, dude?"   "What? No one will know it's me."   Youngbae scoffed. "Not at all."   "You say it as if I'm not the only tall, skinny white guy with blonde hair and blue eyes in this freaking town."   "No, but you are the only tall, skinny white guy with blonde hair and blue eyes that looks like that," Youngbae retorted as he pointed at his friend's ridiculous self-portrait. Youngbae shook his head and continued painting on his half of the wall. He moved back and chugged down the rest of his beer. "This is going to be hideous," He murmured, not exactly sure what it was he was painting either as he alternated between a black and teal colored paint cannister.   "I heard that."   Youngbae continued painting and smiled to himself in amusement. He had finally found some sort of an idea of what he wanted to paint that would somewhat coincide with Andre's self caricature.   "So I heard Eric got accepted to some college over in Baltimore."   "Damn," Youngbae pursed his lips and nodded, obviously impressed by the news. "Good for him. Baltimore's got a solid baseball league."   Andre sighed and stepped back, staring at the wall which was beginning to come together thanks to Youngbae's eye for art. "Don't you ever feel like we're being left behind? Like everyone got a memo that we didn't?"   Youngbae gave his own sigh but continued spraying, now using the white paint. "I don't know. I have yet to really consider what I'll do after I graduate." He dropped his arm to his side and became serious as he fell deep into thought. "All I know is that I can't wait to leave this hole of a place."   Andre's looked over at him and nodded in understanding. "Don't we all?" He knew how his friend felt about their hometown. Neither of them weren't made for small town living but more so Youngbae than anything. He only had bad experiences and everything was a reminder of what he had lost. As he thought about that, something else came to mind. "So Cyndi's been asking abou