2 Minute Intro Draft 3

2 Minute Intro Draft 3

A long street of terraced houses, in the middle of the night. The only light source being street lamps. A digital clock reads 2:59 am. A teenage boy is lying in bed. The boy is wide awake with no expression on his face. The boy has his eyes fixed on the clock, and as the clock turns to 3:00 his expression changes as he gives a slight smirk. He gently pulls the cover off of him so they lie in a mound around his feet. He sits up, and slowly gets his feet from underneath the covers before taking them off the bed and onto the ground.

He leans over to his bedside table and flicks his light switch on. He is fully dressed in a hoodie and jeans. He creeps over to the other side of his room and opens a wardrobe. He kneels down and pulls out a rucksack and starts to check the contents inside. He pulls out a decorating mask, a pair of cloves and a see through plastic bag with some aerosol caps in them, labelled ‘caps’. He re-enters the contents. He looks serious. He zips the bag up and goes over to the chest of draws next to the bed.

He opens the bottom draw and pulls out a folder lying on top of dozens of different coloured spray cans. He gently flicks through the folder with every page revealing a wonderful coloured graffiti sketch. He finds the one he is looking for and carefully slips it out of the folder. He gently folds it up and puts it in the front pocket of his rucksack. He then starts to take out the spray cans he wants. He lays them out on the floor and then, starts to load them into the rucksack.

He stands up by the bedside table bedside and he picks up his ipod and puts his headphones in. He picks out a song, and as the song starts, his expression changes as he squints and smiles. He then picks up his phone and sends a text message reading, ‘leaving now’ then turns off the light. He puts his phone back in his pocket and walks over to the door. He lazily slips on his shoes with the laces already done up and opens the door silently. He walks down the stairs without making a sound, goes to the front door, puts his hood up, and lets himself out, closing the door carefully on his way out. The boy walks down the street, with no cars or people passing, just him, alone.

A bedroom with a man and woman drowned within the covers of their bed. The mans arm is hanging out of one side of the bed. Underneath his hand, on the floor, are empty beer cans messily scattered around.