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"We want to paint the attic." She announced.

We both looked at her, our blank stares turning to curious looks.

"What do you mean?"I asked.

"Well, me and Daniel have some paint and brushes and stuff, and we are going to paint that little attic."

I shrugged, looked at Jason and said: "Okay."

The small set of stairs to the attic above the garage creaked as we swiftly climbed it, carrying all our supplies. Once we climbed through the hatch and into the attic, we layed out the newspapers and opened the paint. The paint was an off white - slightly pinkish in color. The attic had a sloped ceiling, and only reached around four feet high at it's highest. We wetted the brushes, and began to paint - covering large sections of writing and scribbling. There was a small window on the front, and warm afternoon sunlight poured in.

We painted most of the walls before anyone got a lot of paint on them. The boys had taken off their shirts, and it started when Sarah got paint on one of our backs. Then paint dripped on us and on the carpet and we became more careless. it got in our hair, then we started flinging it. We got into an all out fight, dipping our hands in paint and rubbing it off on each other. By the end, the three boys had our whole torso's covered, and were pretty much covered in paint.

That's when the paint started to dry, and we left the attic covered in paint - all our supplies still out. We realized that the paint wasn't coming off, so we snuck around back and got the hose. We sprayed each other with it as the sun began to go down, and we started to realize that the paint fight wasn't such a great idea, and we became worried about if their parents found us covered in paint.. We were dirty, cold, and soaking wet. Their mom must have heard the hose, so she leaned out the window and saw us.

"What the hell is that!" She yelled, and we all realized we were done for.

After a serious scolding to her kids, she called my mom to have us picked up.

I found paint in my hair up to three weeks later.