My Head is in the Clouds

   If you were to ask anyone who knows me to tell you one thing about me, you know what they would say? "Her head is always in the clouds" Yup.It's true. My mind never seems to care about what's happening around me. People ask me why I do that. "I don't know. Maybe it's cos there is nothing worth while paying attention to." That pretty much shuts them up.  "There isn't anything I can do about it. That's just how I am." I say.

  My name is Victoria. I am a 16 year old student in high school. I'm not a loner nor am I popular. I just have friends. I wouldn't say my life is that exciting or anything but I appreciate at least that I have one at all.

   Today is a typical day. I'm waiting for the bus. It's cold out here. It is a typical February morning. Last night it had snowed. Hard. The snow is up to my knees. And look who decided to wear their new boots today? ME. There drenched and what were cute brown fluffy boots are now Black hideous soggy boots. Who knew snow could spoil someones mood?

   I glanced down at my watch depicting my favorite band. I smiled as I stared at me favorite band member.

   The bus finally arrived in what felt like forever. I walked over to the bus carefully trying not to fall over the watery snow scattered all over the ground.

    Once I found a seat, I pulled out my Silver colored iPhone. Silver is my favorite color. It's between Gold and Bronze. And I feel as if I fit best in the middle.

    My phone notified that there was a text.Who could it possibly be? I hadn't gave my number to anyone except my closest friends. I knew all their numbers by heart... The text said:

Hey Victoria, how r u? Why am i asking? Ur per-fect. Don't change at all. Always know i'm watching u. U would have already realized i have been watching if ur head weren't always in the clouds...Stay perfect would u? Bye for now love. C u @ skl.

                   ~i'm watching u

  What the heck? Why would anyone ever admit that they were watching you? And why would they be watching ME? I'm not perfect. People have always called me names and have made fun of me. Why would someone out of the blue send me something saying I'm perfect? This is kind of stalker-ish. I feel watched and creeped out...why would someone watch me?...and who would be?