The man who waited

Intro

Have you ever had that feeling that someone was watching you? Like everywhere you go, every corner you turn, their eyes are always on you? You go into a store and they are waiting patiently for you to leave and go about your business? Well, that's how it started. That scary feeling of being followed, of being stalked. No one believed me, except my friends. They all thought that I was going crazy. Maybe I am, I mean who in their right mind would want to follow and stalk me? I'm just one ordinary girl from Roseville. Everything about me is ordinary. I don't stand out in a crowd. That would be my twin sister Jessica. The girl that's the head cheerleader for our high school cheer team. She is the girl that has the perfect blonde hair, even if it's fake, blue eyes, high cheek bones and big boobs. The girl that everyone wants to be friends with, even if she is the worst person on the face of the earth, just so that you can say that you're in the "in" crowd and sit with all the hot guys in school. Me? I wasn't given any of that. I'm the one that has the mousey brown hair that frizzes every time I go outside. Head of the poets club, crystal blue eyes that look like your looking through ice, same cheek bones, not a fantastic rack by any means. The nerd. No one really cares about me, baggy clothes and glasses. See? Nothing that would stand out... Or so I thought.

All my life I have felt like I don't belong. When your own twin is telling you that you're adopted, there is just something missing. But I wasn't always being followed. It all started when I started high school. I even accused Jess of paying someone to follow me just to scare me. "Tasha your just overreacting, like always." But I wasn't. I saw him. He looked about our age. That's why I went off on her. But like always, I was just overreacting. Even my parents thought there was something wrong with me. They knew that there was something wrong with me. When I told my mom that I saw someone following me, she just shrugged it off like it wasn't that big of a deal. As my family watched me get more and more paranoid throughout my high school career, it began.