My name is Mabel Lewis. I am a sixteen year old teenager girl who wasn't born into the hero world or the villain one. I love cats, the color green, and i smell like vanilla according to my friend Melody Martinez. As I reach my second to last year of high school, I've came to the conclusion that someone's watching me or at least knows my every move. Last Tuesday, someone left a note reading, "do you know how to make stir fry?" The message itself was confusing but how did anyone know I had stir fry at lunch? I eat alone. "You're not funny Mel.", I hit my friends arm. She looked at me in confusion, "Did I say a something offensive?", I sighed and leaned back against the lockers. "Someone put this inside my locker. Funny thing is, I ate stir fry today for lunch." Mel squinted at me then took a big whiff of my shirt. "You do smell like soy sauce." I felt my eye twitch as I yanked the note and threw it in the trash while running towards the bathroom. I don't want to smell like soy sauce. I took a big breath and realized how dramatic I was being and began laughing to myself. "I don't smell too bad at least", I said to myself. As I stepped out of the bathroom I met eyes with Evan Parker. Evan Parker was one of the those boys I naturally tried avoiding because they brought a lot of attention to themselves but something about him has always drawn me towards him at the same time. "Did you receive my note?", there was no way, "Do you smell soy sauce on me too?" He handed me an empty plastic container that looks like someone smeared random stuff all over. "You shouldn't throw away something that could be easily washed and reused." I was kind of surprised at what he did, did he dig through the trash to get this? I took the container then walked away, he's so weird, "Maribel, I want you to teach me how to cook." Maribel? "You want me to teach you how to cook?" he nodded. "I don't know how to cook." I don't have time for this, "I've seen all of the dishes you've prepared and I know you live alone with your two younger siblings. Unless they know how to cook, I want you to teach me how." he rose his finger at me. "Pointing isn't nice." I really don't have time for this.
