I dragged myself to school the next day. After my parents came back from work last night, I told them about my room and I had to spend two hours cleaning up. I fixed my mattress, picked up the glass and garbage, and put on new posters. But unfortunately, the "I Warned You" in spray paint was still on my ceiling. My dad said he was going to get paint and paint over it later. I was exhausted, I only had three hours of sleep. When I was done cleaning up my room, it was already midnight. But during the night, I kept tossing and turning in my bed. I was unable to sleep, the thought of the mysterious note dropper was haunting my mind. I kept thinking about what will happen next. Maybe she will hurt me, or even worse, hurt the people I'm close to.
As I was walking down the halls, people kept staring at me. I heard a couple laughs from here and there and that's when I knew something was up. I headed to my locker and out dropped yet another note. Surprise surprise. I unfolded and read it.
"Want to know why everyone is laughing and staring? Look at the wall next to your locker"
I looked at the wall and there hung a large sign that said "The Top 5 Fears of Katrina Montez". I stared in horror at that sign. Number 5 was Mayo. It may sound weird but I got scared of Mayo ever since that day I accidentally squirted some in my eye when I was 8. It burned so much and I havent gone near another bottle or jar of Mayo since. Number 4 were cotton balls. This was also because of a bad experience with them. One time my next door neighbors were having a really noisy party and I stuffed cotton balls into my ears. When the party ended, I took them out, but a tiny piece was stuck deep in my ear. I had to go to the doctor and he had to pull it out with sharp tweezers. Number 3 was chickens. One time when I was about 6 or 7, I visited my aunt's farm in Virginia. I tried to pet one of the chickens and it started chasing me. It caught up with me and pecked at me legs, which really hurt. Number 2 was elevators. When I was 13 my dad and I got stuck on an elevator for an hour. I am absolutely terrified of them. Number 1 was the worst one of all: ventriloquist puppets. When I was 6, I had the same puppet nightmare over and over again for over a month. I can never look at a puppet the same way again.
How did she find out my secrets? I never told anyone, I only wrote it in my diary for safe keeping. Yes, I still have a diary, but I haven't wrote in it since I was 14. I just keep it for some reason. I ran to the wall and ripped off the poster. I must find her and when I do, this bitch is gonna die (okay I'm over reacting, but she is gonna be in big trouble).
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Author's note:
Dear Readers,
I'm so sorry I kept you waiting for a long time.
I've been busy a lot.
Question of the day: What is your worst fear?
