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by Without Rest 400 words, on Jun 8 12:00 PM 2006
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Michael. Here. Now. In my class.
How in the world did he get in here??? I guess he just snuck in, after all, it IS a substitute. But hah, there's no possible way that he'll -
'Sandi? Sandi are you listening to me?'
Tara snaps her fingers in front of my face. I still haven't told her about what happened in study hall yet. It would creep her out. B -
Dang it. How could I have said yes? I sit in the library (5th period study hall) and contemplate what I'm going to do. What AM I going to do?
'Psst...' -
'Yea, he was RIGHT THERE when I got out of the bathroom.' I confide in Tara about my bathroom terror.
'Oh my gosh, he's seriously stalking you.' -
I'm sort of in shock. I mean, I guess that there was this little feeling that he was a stalker from the moment that I met him, but now it's confirmed. I have a stalker. Me, of
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I pass Tara a note telling her about Michael, from last night's awkward acquaintance to this morning's creepy conversation. After she reads it she glances up at me and motions
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'SANDI!'
Ugh, leave it to my mom to wake me back into reality. Still, the afterthought of what happened last night makes me shudder. What in the world had he meant? 'Sooner -
'Sigh.' I roll out of bed with a groan. There's no point in opening my eyes, I know what I'll see: my room. Not like anything's new in there, besides, I never open my eyes full
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