*Andis pov*
Good morning world! Watch out, here comes Andi. I'm twenty one today. I skipped  school but it's fine. Sal does it all the time from what I've heard. Adam woke me up to my favourite homemade breakfast: Pancakes. He put melted chocolate on it. After I finished that I opened his presents. He got me a pair of designer jeans alon with a grey blue top. He got me a pair of baseball boots as well. I hugged him. I felt so happy because my exams were over, it was my birthday, I was spending time with my friends, then I was going to Canada. After we both got dressed we went out. We went for a romantic walk in the forest. My almost dead phone that I forgot to charge last night buzzed. Most of them were from my social media, wishing me a happy birthday. I decided to reply to them later. Me and Adam walked to a clearing. We walked in further and we collapsed on the ground. He kissed me on the cheek. He then got up. I grabbed his hand and ran with him, nearly running into Sal. She smiled. You're in a bit of a rush, aren't you? Anyways, have a very happy birthday and ran off in her red warm up suit. Me and Adam walked on. We came into the city. There was a crowd gathered around in the middle of a street. Someone turned around. Hey look, it's Andimations they yelled. They asked for a selfie with me, which I happily agreed to. After about eight selfies later with random people, they finally let me see what was going on. It was a person with long dark brown hair creating art on the street. It was a picture of one person from every race holding hands, with the saying No freedom til we're equal, damn right I support it underneath it. I clapped it as she finished it by connecting all of them, yet again, with a rainbow flag and rainbow heart around it. She stood up and brushed down her dirty white jeans. Her face had pastel stripes on it. She bent down and started putting away her supplies. Everyone threw money into her basket. She picked it up with a smile on her face. Then I realized. She was Coco Clover Clo Blo. She goes to my school apparently. I went up to her. May I have a selfie? I asked. She covered her face with her hoodie and I took a photo. Thank you very much I smiled. She smiled back and walked off.

*Chloes pov*
I went street painting today. My painters name is Coco Clover Clo Blo. I got a good heap of money for it too. The painting I mean, not my name. Unfortunately. I finished it and dusted myself down. My white jeans were filthy. Thank God Sal wasn't here, otherwise she'd be asking am I wearing pants. I picked up my supplies and walked until I found an art shop. I just love art shops. The paint smell, the sketch pads, the pencils and just everything in general. Yup, love it. Most people don't know who I am. I guess I come off as a peace loving hippie for most. I bought a sketch pad and some new oil pastels. Then I went on my way to the park. I took my pencil and shitty rubber out of my pocket and started sketching the park in an Autumn wonderland. A man came and sat beside me. That's really cool he awed. I ignored him and he went on his way. Fifty minutes later, I coloured it in, tore it out of the book and left it for him. I signed my name on it. I stood behind a tree and watched him. He smiled and tucked it into his pocket. I smiled too. I know it sounds stupid, but I love going places, drawing the landscape, ignoring people who compliment it and leaving it out for them. I do it for homeless people too. They seem the most happiest when they get it. I still haven't a job yet, so it's technically begging when I do it on the street but I'm allowed. I then went into a corner cafe and drew a cup of coffee. I left it on the table for the staff. Then I went home. Nobody was home yet. The rooms still smelled like paint. But oh well. That was when I went for a nap.