Watch Your 6

I Noticed

I'm a normal girl. With a normal life. A normal house, normal family, normal mom, dad, brother, dog. Well, it was like that until now. I've been horrified for as long as I can remember. Three years have past.

Now, here, I will tell of my story.

My name is Jace Ross. And I'm a junior in highschool living in Statsonville, Oregon. I was walking to school when. . .it just didn't feel right. I felt like. . . I was being watched. . . I turned around. "Hello. . .?" I called out.

Silence.

I thought I saw something move but. . .maybe it was a cat, besides, who would try anything when its broad daylight? It'd be pretty ridiculous. Someone would obviously see.

"Oh. . .kay then." I continued walking. I chuckled. To think that I was being followed, how stupid am I? I thought. It was a normal day, I mean, come on. I could get so worried. Besides, those things only happen in movies, right?

Or so I thought.

I arrived at school. First period, math.Uuuuuuuggghhhhh. I sat down, and layed my head on the cool desk. "You sound like you're hungover, dude." Neakolaus. My best guy friend. Not boy friend. Just friends. I looked up at him. "Shut up. I'm tired." I snapped. "Woah, bro, I was kidding. Wait, don't tell me you were up all night studying for our five question pop quiz." He chortled. ". . .I was studying for other things too." I mumbled sheepishly. "Jace, seriously? Have some fun, loosen up a bit. Life isn't all about studying." Neakolaus sighed and leaned back in his seat. His brunette hair slightly touched the desk behind him.

Neakolaus was the. . .laid back, chill kinda guy. And for short, I called him Nick. The one who was there for you and was your shoulder to cry on. He was always calm. I have no idea how, he doesn't get pissed off at some things when I know I would.

Mr. Kimenson walked in. "Prepare for another boringg leeeesssonn. . ." Neakolaus vocalized. I gently hit his arm, even though it was completely true. The guy talked like he descended from sloths. But at least he didn't mind you texting in class.

"Hey, Jace." I turned my head towards Nick. Except, Nick had his head turned towards the teacher, sort of. . .half asleep. I shrugged slightly and looks down. "Jace!" I turned my head the other way to see Carson. A cute guy in my opinion. "Do you understand any of this?" He questioned, looking utterly confused. "Oh, um, I honestly don't understand it either." I replied, no lower than a whisper. "Well, that's too bad, because that really wasn't my question. The real question was-" . . Mr. Kimenson cut Carson off. He called on him with a slow. . monotone. . .and complete boring tone. "Mr. Rodgers. . .will you please be quiet during my lesson, and if I tell you again, you'll have detention. . . " he slowly spoke. "Uh, yeah, sorry Mr. Kim!" Carson said curtly. I still looked at Carson as if he'd still ask me his real question. But. . .that didn't happen. Why? I don't know. I wish I did though.

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The day ended. Finally. I just wanted to get home to chill, be calm, and listen to music, browse what's new on the web. I found Nick outside his seventh period class. Just as always, we walked home together. "Hey, I forgot to ask you. What was it that the. . .popular Carson dude asked you?" Nick inquired. "I really don't know. Mr. Kim cut him off. He never did say anything." I replied. The two of us continued the chat we had while walking. "So, see you tomorrow in first period!" Nick waved a goodbye and crossed the street. "Later, Neakolaus!" I smiled and waved back. Now I was walking home, alone again. The sun was setting. It was getting darker. Once again, I felt it.

I felt it.

That feeling of being watched. Followed. Stalked. I turned around, looked around. Nothing. Nothing was there. Why? All these years I've walked home and I have not ever felt this. Why do I feel it now? I live in a small town, everyone knew everyone, it didn't matter. . .

Did it?

I slowly continued walking, still with the uneasy feeling. I felt like I could. . .vomit or something. I stopped. I felt so stupid. But I called out. "WHOEVER YOU ARE, COME OUT!!!" I screamed. Silence. Why?! The feeling was to strong, almost too strong to handle! I got to get home!!!, I thought. Then I begin running. No, sprinting. Like I was in some race. I ran to my home down the street and knocked on the door.

"J-Jace, what's wrong?" My mother asked as she opened the door. "Its nothing, I'm fine, I just. . . really had to use the restroom." I faked a laugh and ran to the bathroom. I felt so scared. Horrified even. I didn't see anything, I just felt it. A feeling that scared me that much. I looked up in the mirror. I sighed slightly. "Man, its hot in here." I whispered and opened the window in the bathroom.

That's when I saw it.

The first time.

A note.

I quickly pulled the paper that was stuck to the window in curiosity. I slowly read it. I furrowed my brow. What is this? I pondered. Why would a note state that. . .

I wasn't alone no matter, where I would be?