catherine & dennis.

•introduction of the creepy weirdo and the girl, catherine•

I took a picture of the Golden Gate bridge as I felt welcome in San Francisco. I'll be in my own house in probably 20 minutes because I have to get off this bus and buy a snack from a vending machine. I also have to get a taxi because my house is a little far and I don't want to walk. I'm a pretty lazy person.

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That's it! I'm moving in. Oh, this house needs cleaning up. "Ahh!" I screamed because I saw a dead rat by the living room. "It could be worse," I said.

I went upstairs to check how my room looks like and it looks pretty amazing because the wall is painted white and I will have to do some doodle art. I went to check if the delivery truck is here and it is here. I went downstairs and helped the guys to carry light items and some heavy ones which are really heavy.

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"Alright, Miss. We are done here," one of them said.

"Thank you!" I replied. Then they left. My house is still dirty and it's already night, I'll clean this tomorrow. I mean, it's 9 o' clock.

I went to my room to change to my pajamas so that I could get to sleep. I feel like I'm forgetting something. Shoot! The note. "Where is it?" I said in frustration. "I can't lose that! I need it tomorrow," I'm very worried and anxious then I saw it on the kitchen counter.

"Hmm.." I said inspecting the note, "...how did these photos got here? They're not here when I had it last month. I'm getting scared and mad at this person!" Ugh!

I just don't want to see him. I don't even want to hear him. But something tells me, he's near. He's listening to what I am saying, he's watching me move. Then the rain came pouring down to my roof. Rain, finally. I received a text message;

From: Unknown Number

I see you holding my picture. Hahaha, we'll meet next week. I'll give you time to clean up your messy house and I'll also give you time to go shopping for some clothes that are actually clothes. Man, it's raining in San Francisco. XX.

Creepy guy, that's why I don't want to date him. My clothes are real clothes! I hate him so much.