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Marked
Kahakaha kolohe
Destructive markings; graffiti.
It got worse.
When I walked into Mr. Halpert’s art class, he was talking with Owen, the rich haole kid from Kahala who helped paint the mural at the pavilion with me this summer. Owen was shaking his head.
“We can’t fix it?” he asked.
“No.”
Mr. Halpert saw me and waved me over.
“Hey, Zader, welcome to Ridgemont. You know what happened to the mural, right? I was just telling Owen it’s a complete loss.”
Oh, man. I forgot about the mural.
“But Mr. Halpert, we just need more paint,” Owen said.
“No money or time,” Mr. Halpert said. “The vandals tagged every side. We’d have to paint it over and start again with a fresh canvas. The Arts Council doesn’t have the budget, and with school starting, I don’t have time. I took photos b
