My Stalker, Pou

Chapter 1- A Whimsical Day for May

Chapter 1

A Whimsical Day for May

Friday, August 11th 2013

Dear paper which I'm going to throw away in a minute,

I'm bored as ever!

Know any good apps for me to download?

Please say yes... -.-"

- May Weatherfield

With that, I tossed the scrumped up piece of recycled paper out my bedroom window. I didn't really care where it went or who found it, although I probably shouldn't have written my name. That's just embarrassing now. I wish I hadn't written that stupid note...Oh well...that's what happens when fourteen year old girls get bored, doesn't it? No? Okay...it must just be me then.

Feeling dispirited to get on with any homework, I plonked myself down rather hardly on my not-so-soft single bed. I regretted doing that too. Ugh...today is the most annoying day ever 'cause my parents have grounded me for practically procrastinating too much and they took away- I mean basically stole my laptop from me. Despite all those lovely moments when my parents get me things for my birthday, I despise of them. They're so cruel to me. Well, my dad's alright; he goes to work for most of the week and we don't interact so much. However, my step mother is a right pain in the arse. I don't know if she tries to be mean or if she was born that way. She calls it a 'gift' but honestly, that's just plain stupid. 

"May?" speaking of the devil, my step mother opened the door.

"Care to knock first?" I rolled my eyes, gritting my teeth at her.

"I'll start knocking when you do." she placed her arms on her bonny hips.

"Oh please Samantha, don't be such a hypocrite!" I smile, pleased with my answer.

"Ugh," she sighed, disgusted at my so called 'attitude'.

"Now if you don't mind, Samantha...the door is wide open for you to leave," I smirk, gesturing to my unpainted door that she had almost pried open in one of our recent quarrels.

"I'd be glad to leave you...you-"

"You what?" I laughed.

"You revolting, silly, pea-brain of a kid!" she spat, unwilling to drop the conversation.

"Do you really think that hurts me, Samantha? Words are just words," I giggled, pleased with my comeback.

"If words don't work...actions will have to," she began to speed walk towards me.

"Whoops!" I teased, kicking her leg gently enough to make her trip to the ground before she could manage a smack.

"What are you? An abusive monster?" I spat, "I'm sure dad would love to know about this."

"You devil child!" she tried to get up, failing magnificently. 

Having enough, I scurried over to the door, "Oh and...you ripped your skirt." 

"Ekk!" Samantha turned around only to find that I had played yet another joke on her.

Scuttling down the stairs was I, keeping a steady pace aware that Samantha would never catch up with me even if she got up seconds after I left the room. All of a sudden, the whole house turned pitch dark. I felt my way to the living room and sat myself down on the sofa.

"Samantha, it's not funny! I'm not scared of the dark you know," I shouted, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the dim atmosphere. 

No reply.

"Oh Sammy Sam Samantha!" I tease, expecting her to snap and try to find me. I guessed wrong...I guess.

"WHOOSH!" A piercing sound came screeching from outside.

I turned around almost immediately, but there way nobody and nothing outside. I shrugged, fancying it must be another of Samantha's pranks.

"So, I take it you've been planning this for awhile then, aye?" I question, wondering where my wicked step mother was in the house or even if she was actually outside.

If you haven't already noticed, I don't get scared easily and I'm not afraid to take risks no matter what the consequence. Nevertheless, every girl has a flaw and mine just so happened to be making the biggest mistakes ever. Being the careless May that I was, I went straight for the worst idea on Earth; I opened the front door and slowly placed both of my feet on the outer border where my house met my porch.

Squinting vigorous in concentration, I noticed a small piece of wrinkled paper. Picking it up, I turned around to go back inside. Anyhow, the door was latched. Sighing, I took a step to the left to peer inside. Not so surprised, I saw a dark figure, stiff as a block. But, it was so small, scrunched up on the ground it seemed. However, it could just be Samantha despite the unearthly figure. After all, that girl is full of surprises.

Setting myself down on the wooden rocking chair on the porch, I glanced at the paper as the sky blew into a bucket of the clouds' tears. To my surprise, it was the note I had thrown out my window just a few minutes ago. Well, to be honest, I wasn't that surprised that it hadn't gone very far due to the day's weather forecast. I turned the paper over to check if there were any ants or creatures living under there, waiting to crawl up my fingers. Then, it struck me. Someone had replied. They had written in an eerie silver pen in beautiful, cursive handwriting and managed to return it to my house. How queer to think that Samantha would let in a stranger through our gates and happen to arrive at my bedroom door just seconds after. I must have overrated her speed and ability.

The writing read:

Dear May Weatherfield,

You should download Pou.

It's a very fun and addicting app.

You'll enjoy it; you can trust me on that.

Return the favour by chatting with me at pou@starlitz.com

Forever Yours,

Pou

The further I read, the longer the lines were. Honestly though, I wasn't too taken aback that this person wanted me to return the favour. This neighbourhood is a stubborn community and no-one will do anything for free; everything always comes with a price. I had used the site starlitz before when chatting with my friends. It was basically a site where you go into chat rooms and you can chat with a group of people at the same time. It's basically like a social networking site, except you're restricted to only chatting and sending emoticons instead of video chatting and what not. I shrugged. I wouldn't mind chatting with this person; it's better than having a chat with Samantha Bimbohead. 

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Thanks for reading (: Stay tuned for the next chapter where May chats with the mystery 'Pou'