The boy with the black jacket

Chapter 1

I found him in the middle of winter. It was a cold day in November and it was snowing quite a lot. I was walking home from high school and I wanted to go to the park to see people ice skate. Of course I would never do it myself or with anyone, I just find it so delightful to watch the people dance around the frozen water doing all kinds of dances that I have no idea what to call. So I usually sit and watch them until I get to cold.

But that was a special day. I was sitting on the bench, as I normally do, and I see him, and he sees me. He's staring right at me, pouring his eyes into my soul. I try to ignore him and keep watching the skaters, but I can't, not with him staring at me like that. My first instinct now is to stare back. But when I turn back ready to aim my eyes at the boy, he's gone, but his foot prints in the snow prove him to be real.
I decide it's time to head home so I grab my back pack and head for home. As I pack up my things and turn to walk home I could swear I see a shadow only but a few feet from where the boy was. When I'm about half way to my house, I feel eyes on me staring deeply, focused on me. I don't want to look so I kind of flip my strawberry red hair so I can see where I think the stare is coming from, and as I whip my hair back I see the boy again. Is it just me, or is he getting closer? At the park he was quite a distance away from me, now he's just a few yards closer to me. I'm scared now so I duck my head and walk fast almost run home. And as I turn sure that the boy will be right there to stare at me again, he's gone. I don't know how he does it, one second he's there the next he's gone, all except for his snowy foot prints.

I quietly shut the door and I can hear my mother singing in the kitchen as I smell what I suspect is our supper. Once my mother hears my foot steps toward the kitchen she stops and greets me with a very whole hearted "hello pip", that's been my nick name ever since I was old enough to speak,"How was your day?" I half smile and drop my bag in the door way of the kitchen and answer in a hollow voice "fine." I guess she notices the hollowness in my voice and she asks me what's wrong as she stirs one of the pots on the stove. I just shake my head and say "oh it's nothing just got a lot of homework I'm not very exited about." She seems to buy this and just smiles, nods and goes back to making supper.

I head up to my room cause that's usually where I am most of the time. I don't like being social. Talking really isn't my think in life. I'm more of a silent type. I usually draw all of my feelings on paper, but today I only have one feeling. I'm still so frightened by the boy, so every time I start to draw I always end up drawing the boy. I've noticed some things about him at least as I keep sketching him. He has a jacket, a black one. And messy hair with side bangs, that's a kind of Carmel brown, he has blue jeans and converse, they arnt really that new of converse they seem to be pretty worn.

I snapped out of my day dream of the boy by my mother calling me for dinner. I slowly walk down the stairs and I find my mother and father have already sat down to eat. I sit down and while my mother and father chat while eating, I sit in silence poking at my food.
When my parents are done eating I slide my plate to my mother to wash and she looks at me confused. "I'm not really hungry today, I had a big lunch at school today." I say. While my mother and father go into the living room to watch there shows and chat. I sneak upstairs to my room so I can comprehend the boy from today again.