Love.

I walk down that same trail. The same trail I took every day to school. It was a very old trail. Very worn down and beaten up. I guess that's what it gets for living in a small town for 100 years. There is no buses in this town of 34 people. I'm surprised that there is even school. But the nearest town is 1 hour away. So to sum things up, Small town= The middle of no ware. The cold of November is getting to me. Now I wish that I would have wore 2 coats instead of my light sky blue jacket. My sandy blond hair whispers along behind me. I hear a stick crack behind me. I speed up. The thing about this town is that everyone thinks it's haunted. Especially me. I hear another one snap. Oh crap. It sounds like they are right behind me now. I start running. The school appears ahead of me.

I bolt onto the steps of the school. I peer behind me just as a black figure slips into the woods. This isn't the first time I have had these encounters. I've had at least 10 now. But I don't dare tell anyone. These or this person seems to be spying on me. And I am afraid that they'll hear me and do much worse then stalk me. Kill me possibly.

I don't want to walk along that path ever again but I still do. It is the only way to get to school. So I have to take it. Once I get home, I throw my bag on the ground. "Hello? I'm home!" No answer. Huh? That's strange. Normally my mom is home and if she's not she leaves a note. I look around. No note in sight. Umm, where is she? I go up into my room to see if she left a note in there. I feel a chilly breeze coming in from my window. Why is my window open? I am pretty sure I closed I when I went to school. A piece of yellow paper catches my eye. Good a note. I beath a sigh of relife. I go and pick the note up. Wait. This isn't my moms writing. If you EVER want to see your mother again, see me on the trail you walk to school on at 6:00 am SHARP. I drop the note. And scream.