The Stalker Project

Chapter 2: Personal Interest

A/N Here is a picture of Catherine Samuel.
-Preya Mavor

"How are you not busy stalking right now?" Cody asked.

"Becuase, I've been good at avoiding your sister...so far." Alison replied.

"Not for long." Cody shook his head.

"Howdy?" A voice called.

"Ugh." Alison groaned.

"How has my little stalker been?" Asked Catherine. There is this thing about Catherine, when you first meet her, she's quite but when she starts speaking...she never stops. Ever!

Doing her best, Alison tried to blend in with the rest of the crowd but Catherine was quick to grab her. "You don't want to be late for luch, do you now?"

"You know Cat? You're the most suited for doing Disney Movies. Obviously being cast as the villain."

"Cue evil laughter" Cody added.

"Now, now let's play nice kids." She feigned innocence.

"See! That's exactly the phrase an evil person would use." Alison pointed out. By this time they'd already made it to the long lunch line.

"Move faster! I'm hungry!" Cody whined.

"You're always hungry, Cody." Catherine reminded him.

"And lunch lines are always slow. What's your point?" And that my friends is the best way to start an argument with a sibling.

"My point is- stop complaining."

"I'm complaining?" Alison tuned herself out. Cody and Catherine's banters were pointless ninety nine per cent of the time.So instead, Alison observed her surroundings, in search for relevant information. Being a good Journlist, she was quick to pick up on things. Even if there was a tiny abnormality, she'd spot it...like the piece of paper taped to their table.

Every since freshmen year, the trio had been sitting on the same table, and no one ever touched it. But now there was a suspicious looking lettre on the top of it. And every cell in Alison's body itched to have a look at it.

Quickly grabbing a salade and yogurt, Alison dashed towards her table. Cody and Catherine, tingling with curiosity, followed suit.

Ripping off the envelop, Alison took out the lettre.

"What is this?" Asked Catherine.

"Shh Cat, let me read!"

The lettre was printed and had no clues as to who was the sender. This rose Alison's suspicions. Anonymous lettres were never good. Never.

The lettre read:

Dear people who occupy this table everyday,

Hi. First of all I'd like to note how loud you people are. Almost the entire cafeteria can here you scheming and plotting. Make sure to improve on that.

Secondly, thanks to your habit of yelling everything out, I've come to overhear an interesting plan. So dear anonymous (now not so anynomous) Miss.Bunny Wigs, I'd like to offer you a price. I'll give you inside scope on the Big Three. If you're wiling to post it on your blog.

Otherwise...well let's leave that for later, shall we?

Leave you reply in the form of a note and tape it to the large oak Tree in the parking lot.