The Stalker

I sat at the lunch tables, as usual, chomping on my roast-beef sandwich. It was a gorgeous day as the sun glittered across the sky and as the clouds ornamented the atmosphere above. Nothing much was going on at what seemed like an ordinary day in eighth grade; however, I would soon find out that I was mistaken. At the same time, I was scrutinizing the activities that the boys and girls were participating in. …showed first 75 words of 547 total…

…showed last 75 words of 547 total…did I get a good look at her since that day. Further along in eighth grade, my locker was filling up with love notes from my "Secret Admirer". Even though I never knew her, she'll always be known to me as the girl in the red sweatshirt and blue jeans. Maybe she's still out there, today, stalking me even as I write this essay. It truly is a scary feeling knowing someone is watching you.