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She couldn't think straight. Nothing was making sense.

Her head hurt from what had happened at school during the week. And she still couldn't shake the thought of seeing Luke and Ashley lip locked. It was hurting her.

But she didn't know why or how. She was sure that she didn't really feel anything towards Luke.

At least that's how her mind felt. But every other part of her, her soul, her memories, her heart, was acting as if she had loved Luke forever. She was feeling too many different things.

And she knew that jealousy was definetly one of them.

She strolled to her neighbourhood park, trying so desperatly to clear her head. Her mother saw the stress and pain she was going through and had suggested that some fresh air would do her some good.

But all it was doing was trapping her with her thoughts. Which she didn't like.

"Shit!" she cursed suddenly as she tripped and stumbled over something in her path.

She steadied herself before she turned around to get a better look at what she had just tripped over.

"What the.." it was a backpack.

One that she had definetly seen before. One that striked a familiar jolt of recongnition throughout her body.

She stepped towards the bag and crouched down, unzipping it to look inside. Her curiosity was getting the best of her, yet, dread was a feeling that was strongly coursing throughout her body.

She reached her hand inside carefully, her hand touching something near the bottom of the bag.

Grasping a rectangular object, she pulled it out and eyed it.

A disposable phone.

Nothing of use to her, considering that it was partially crushed, looking as if it had been thrown against something or smashed.

Placing it next to her on the sidewalk, she dug her hand into the bag and took out the next item. A small notepad.

She turned open the cover, seeing that someone had used up the first few pages.

"What the..." her eyes went wide and she gasped loudly, turning every page to see what was written on it.

It was information.

Personal, information.

Personal information about her.

Someone had been stalking her.

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