Another month goes by and more parts of my life missed, damn it. But this is important! Today as I was walking around with black face paint and a suit, dressed as a dead butler, I found a girl in a cute dead maid outfit, so without saying anything to the guys, I snuck away from my group and started to follow her. She was gorgeous despite her dead appearance.
I was hid in the bushes behind a house so I could peek around the corner at her, her thighs were thick, but muscular, which I really liked. Bits of the lacy maid costume were dropping and falling off the seams and various holes in her uniform exposed her wonderful pale skin.
As I stood dazed though, my friends, that I broke away from in the group, called my phone, which was on loud in case my mother called, completely blowing my cover. I answered and told my friends what I had done, and when I turned back around I saw her standing about five feet from me, I almost jumped out of my skin and could feel my face turn red, just barley managing to sputter out the words...
"H... Hi..." I say in a nervous tone.
She stared at me then looked back at her group to see what she should do, I wanted to run, but I couldn't leave in such an awkward position. She turned back to me and said with a soft voice...
"Umm... Why exactly were you hiding here? If your a stalker, you really suck at it, so either this is the first of many stalks or you think one of us is stalk worthy and this is a one time thing." She said with a soft grin on her face.
I didn't realize it, but she had red lipstick on. I try to stay calm and reply as smoothly as I guy who just got caught stalking could be.
"O... Option number two." I stutter to the maid.
"Which one of us is stalk worthy then." She said grinning and arching an eyebrow.
At this point I almost couldn't breath, not able to answer her question, so I pointed to her instead, keeping my arms close to my sides, hoping to shrink as small as I could.
She took two steps toward me and grabbed my chin, then invaded my space bubble completely, then lifted my head up to hers, because her high heels made her taller than me, and planted a big red kiss on my cheek as her friends looked and stared at her in horror.
She then whispered into my ear "Good, cause I was thinking the same thing, but next time, try walking up to me." She then winked and walked back to her group, leaving me with a big red lipstick mark on my face and my thoughts.
All this happened to me tonight and I don't even know her name! I have to find her. I have to make her mine.

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The Journal
Teen FictionDiscover the rough life of a seemingly normal teenager with words as your map. Jacob starts writing in a personal journal that slowly takes a turn for the worst as he tries to remember tragic life events, and archive them for his future self.