Chapter One
Stress
A/N
As we all know... The first chapter is always boring! Please my lovelies, bare with me. This chapter is important but boring just like the rest. I hate writing the first chapter but at the end it gets more intense. Sorry to make you read this but if you did. Thank you.
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Jessie's POV
'Just because a book has a boring first chapter doesn't mean you shouldn't read the whole book. Always in a book the first two or three chapters are boring. If anything, just skip to the second chapter or third and read the ending paragraph and continue into the next chapter! That way you know what happened in the last and understand the next.' Jesse read to himself on the first page of oasis's.
I sat still in the motionless house. Quietly I read my torn book about secret oasis's while feeling the cold shallow summer breeze on my neck. I sat back on the old wooden chair in the sun room.
After finishing the seventeenth chapter in my book I closed it and gently set it on the glass table. My brow lowered in depression. I took in my surroundings one last time. Standing, I started to walk around my house examining all the empty rooms and brown packaging boxes everywhere. I sighed in defeat and decided to take a step out of the house.
My mother looked at me and smiled reassuringly. I smiled back weakly.
"Jessie," she started "I know this is hard for you-"
"Mom please," I interrupted, "I'll be fine," I said placing a hand on her shoulder "I promise."
My mother smiled at me proudly and pulled me into a hug. "I know baby." She said her lip quivering.
Quickly she wiped away her sudden emotion and pulled away. She continued to walk up the pathway to the house, grabbing boxes, and bringing them to the car. After about an hour she had fully emptied the house.
Mother had smiled at me and locked the door. I glanced back one more time at the house and mentally said goodbye. The car door clicked behind my mother as she shut it snapping me from my sudden wave of memories. I started walking to the car and jumped in. Off we went to our new house.
The new house was closer to my college. But yet still pretty far. About an three to four hour drive depending on traffic. I wasn't worried about coming home though. I wasn't worried about making friends, making changes. Nothing. The only thing I was worried about was the stress. The stress is what would get to me first with everything. College would be enough. I don't need stress at home all of the sudden.
After a few bathroom breaks and stops we arrived to our new house. After a month we had everything in the house set up, clean, rearranged, and all boxes out of sight. Then, in two weeks I'll be heading back to campus. I will also be starting a new job.
All the money I have been saving really adds up. I've always had a huge bank account saved just for disasters, trips, cars, food, and any necessary things. I have almost seventy thousand dollars saved up. Good for any bad things that come my way.
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Time Lap
I sat still in my bed staring at the ceiling of my dorm. My roommate was beside me in his bed. Summer break would be soon, meaning that I would have to live with my mom. I like where we moved too. A small quiet neighborhood. You never see anyone come out of their house. But, that. That's the confusing part. Almost nobody comes out of their homes.
The new neighborhood is... Odd. I always seem to feel like someone is watching me. Not just when I go outside for a little bit. Even when I'm out there for hours. Sometimes when I'm in my house I feel as though I'm being watched. You know, that cold, solitude, lonely, cold shoulder stare that never seems to end sometimes. Yeah, that's how it feels.
When I'm up all night doing dorm work. I still feel that stare. Sometimes it's so bad I even have to get up and walk around my dorm. Still, I never see anyone. I decided to ask my roommate if he felt what I felt.
"Hey, Ned. Can I ask you something?"
"Yea, what's up man?" He said looking up from his drivers Ed. Book.
"Have you ever felt like somebody is constantly watching you?"
He looked at me with an uncertain look. His hair kind of Falling in his face.
"You mean, in the dorm. Correct." His expression changed from confused to serious in 0.5 seconds.
"Yeah!" I said a little too excited "I mean, yeah..."
"Actually. I've been meaning to ask you that."
Oh boy, so I was right. I'm not the only one that felt this stare. As I thought to myself I sat back intently in my chair. Ned decided he would continue.
"Well, it has been outside of the dorm as well. I've felt it while I walked around campus. I'm glad it's not just me... I got worried. I asked other people. It seems to be just you and me..."
"Weird. We need to find out who it is. But, do you feel it when your at your house? I do."
"No, only campus." Ned said looking at me then out the window.
I nodded my head. Summer break was only two days away. Could it have been a campus secret admirer? No, they would be stalking Ned too then. Plus I feel it when I'm at home. So, then that means they could be following me home? No, nobody would go that far... Would they?
*>*>*>* two days- summer break *>*>*>*>*
I just arrived home to my mother cooking dinner. The house smelled like meatloaf. Once I walked into the kitchen the clock read 5:15. Dinner was usually ready at five thirty.
"You're finally back." She said smiling at me.
"Yeah." I replied throwing my car keys on the kitchen counter.
Her face lit up with joy and she continued to cook. I started to make my way up the stairs to my room. The brown hardwood door opened easily at my touch. Everything was placed exactly as my mom had put it. The bed right in front of the window. My desk to the side of my closet door to the right of my bed. My old wooden chest by the door in front of my bed. All my clothes were even folded or hanged placed inside my closet. Finally I sighed in relief and laid down on my bed. All the sudden that damned feeling of being watched came back. My neck hairs started to stand straight up again. Our two floored house made me feel even more insecure. But I was too tired at the moment and laid back down tossing my shoes off.
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