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Graffiti Art Debate

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“Ishmael you’re on in 5!” I get a shock when I hear my best friend Barry Bagsley screaming in my ear. I look up at the clock in the enormous debating hall, and he’s right. Soon I’ll be up on stage debating at the International Debating Competition. Most kids in our grade would be partying hard right now and enjoying their last year of highschool, but I’d much rather be here with my team doing what I do best. I wish James was here too, but he left 3 years ago to travel the world with his family, but we still talk every night. Infact, Bill, Prindy and Razza had him on skype right now. I find myself shaking my head trying to get rid of any unnecessary thoughts, and focus only on my debate topic. The time is now 11:59am and i’m honestly feeling …show more content…

I force myself to stand up and make my way up to the stage where I find hundreds of eyes eagerly staring at me. “Good afternoon everyone, my name is Ishmael Leseur. Today I am going to be proving to you why graffiti is art and shouldn't be a crime" My legs finally stop shaking, I'm of to a good start. I see Razza, Bill, Prindy, Barry and Kelly give me a thumbs up. I get ready to speak on and my mind goes blank. Like the blankest type of blank. I can feel my face heating up and I feel dumb and vulnerable. Enough time of silence has passed for the audience to know that something was up. But no, I am not going to let this be like year 9. I am not going to faint, and I am not going to let someone from the Beatles fall out of my undies. I don't really know what I'm saying right now, or if it’s making sense. Words seem to be leaving my mouth like word vomit. But whatever I am saying seems to be working, because my team is giving me their biggest smile with a lot of thumbs up. Obviously it could be them trying to cover up how horrifyingly bad I am currently doing but I'm deciding to ignore that

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