Short story: John and the graffiti writers

It all started about two years ago. John was on his way home from a football match. He was tired, and his legs were destroyed. He was sitting in the train, thinking about the game.

He played a great game. At least that was what his coach said. He was one of the best players on the team. He had a knock-out left foot, and he could outrun most of the boys he knew. He was happy, but exhausted. He fell asleep, and when he woke up he was at the terminus. He became a bit angry, but he knew that he was the only one to blame. So he began walking. On his way home, he saw some boys with bags in their hands. They were about 15-16 years old, just like john. He could see that they all had a light skin, and blond hair. He noticed them, but they quickly disappeared in the night. He was wondering who they were, and where they were going.

Next day he went to his best friend Simon. He asked who they were, and what they were doing. Simon didn’t know them, but suddenly his big brother came and said that they were graffiti writers. He also told him that they were on drugs, and they were members of a gang. He also told that they often were hanging out near the railroad. He told them to stay away from them; He looked at Simon and john, and then left. Simon was already moved on to the next subject, - girls. But john was thinking about the boys near the railroad. He couldn’t help it, but he was amazed by them. He felt that he needed to see them again. There was something about them, they stunned him. He decided that the following night he would go down and look for them. So he did. When he came down there, the boys looked at him. They were doing a painting. Josh just stood there, looking at them. He was speechless. It was without any doubt the most beautiful picture he had ever seen. In the picture there was an old man. He had a very long grey beard. He had a white sheet wrapped around him. He was kind of glowing. In his hand he had a book. But not just any book, on the cover was written ‘Life’. The book was opened, and a line came clear: “Life goes on”. Josh just couldn’t take his eyes away from the painting. It was so beautiful, and so amazing. It was almost like it was made by God himself. John looked up, He realized that they were all starring at him. He said “I really like your picture. It’s amazing! How do you do it?”. John looked up and was starring into the eyes of a beautiful girl. She had long blond hair, but it was hidden behind a cap. She had big brown eyes. She looked at him and said “Thank you. But what are you doing here?”. John told them how he had noticed them before, and he felt it was necessary to see who they were and what they were doing. He was told that the girl was their ‘leader’. She was called Michel. They told John that they were going to another railroad the next night, and that he was invited. They said they wanted to see what he was able to.