Chapter 1

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"Come on Jasmin! Let's go" My Best Friend Alix Kept Pushing me to go to a party with her for the past three week's, I Always thought parties were never a good idea.
I ended up going with her in the end, She convinced me that it would be fun, but apart of me felt as of something bad would happen. I only Ignored the feeling and continued on to the party.
Not that long at the party I got this uneasy feeling I was being watched, Alix was in the corner talking to friends so I took it upon myself to start walking home, Little did I know it was a bad choice.

I was walking home, after about 20 minutes I got the same feeling I was being watched again.
I stopped and looked around the empty streets and and saw a car about halfway down the street, Lights off, And there was someone sitting in the drivers seat. And they were watching me..

I turned and walked faster than I did before, until I heard the engine turn on, I started running, I went through alleys and turns.
As I thought I lost them the car pulled up to the alleyway I was hiding in, and who stepped out of the car shocked me.
Michael Clifford. He was following me, But why?
I was currently wedged under a dumpster which was surrounded bye trashcans, It was the perfect hiding spot.
I saw black converse from under the dumpster, my breathing slowly sped up.
"I know your back here" His voice called out, I stayed froze for the fact that he was right there.
I scooted back towards the wall but I kicked what seemed like a can and it rolled out and hit his foot.
He reached down and grabbed it throwing it to the side, He slowly got on his knee's and looked under the dumpster, right at me. A smirk slowly raising on his face.
"Found you"

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 29, 2015 ⏰

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