Could Someone Be Watching????

Chapter 1

This story goes from present back to the past, like a flashback. It might be a little confusing but deal with it.   

             That night. Was it 2 maybe 3 weeks ago, months? For some reason I can't remember what happened that night. It's all a blur except for parts where I recognize bits and peices. What's today, who am I? Oh "WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER?!?!"

 11 MONTHS AGO

             Sunday April 30th, 2010. My name is Skylar Marie White. I am 14 years old, living with my mom Seria at 100 Blockyard St. I go to Blurchfeild Middle School. I'm a normalish kid who sits in the back of the room where no one ever notices me. The teachers say "You in the blue, red, yellow, any color shirt I'm wearing girl in the back." And I pretend that I'm daydreaming just so I don't need the pressure of everyone looking at me and having this come out..."The answer is TULIP, NO ROSE! I don't know!" I would rather daydream getting 0 participation points but having the lowest grade in the class. Yet everytime I try to daydream I stare out the window, but there is something freaking me out lately.

               The janitor, the janitor's son Michael. He gets sent home from school most of the time, but when I look out the window he looks at me with an akward look. As if he, he was following me. Not just the window thing but when I walk to my classes, his is on the 3rd floor. I have classes on the 2nd floor. But he's always late to class and he follows me until I'm out of sight in the class. It creeps me out, like seriously creeps me out. He apparently lives 3 miles away from the school in the middle of no where, yet he walks when I walk. I live really close to the school but he follows me to my house and turns back. At night I see Michael. Walking around like he's waiting for something, something to  come out something to happen around my house. Around my neighborhood.

1 WEEK LATER

               Creepier and creepier the weeks go by. I'm terrified, but at least I have my best friend Gloria. We have been friends since kindergarden. Miss Stebins, room 101. It didn't go exactly like how people make friends. She came up to me Septemeber 6th. 2000 (btw my birthday). Gloria came up to me and said very very LOUDLY, "HI HOWS IT GOING?". It wasn't what I expected. But I said Hi back but quietly. Then 5 minutes later we started having a conversation about art. We both loved it so much, but I'm not going to bore you to death by telling you about 13 more years of my life. So I'm going to skip ahead.