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Friday, 8th July 2016 - The Talk

Friday, 8th July 2016 - The Talk

Dear Diary

Just as I had predicted, my parents forced me to go to school for the last day of term. I found no way to talk my way out of it. Biscuit did not seem to understand the gravity of the situation. He continued his normal routine of bouncing and running everywhere. I was terrified. What if he actually wants to talk to me?

Reluctantly, I finally reached school. I spent almost the whole day hoping that he would come nowhere near me. For most of the day I was extremely lucky.

And then came my last subject of both the day, and the term. It wasn't the first class that we had shared that day, so I was confident that it would go the same way as the other classes.

I chose to sit in my normal spot, in the back row. I didn't even see him walk in. The only forewarning that I got of him was the chair besides me being pulled back. To my horror, He sat in it.

He greeted me. I mumbled back a reply, hoping that he would cease any further conversation and leave. To my dismay, he did not.

He tried to talk to me throughout the entire class, telling me about him. I didn't tell him that I already knew everything that he was telling me.

All too soon, his conversation soon turned to his participation in sport. Specifically with what happened to him yesterday.

"You know" he started, "there was a girl there yesterday who looked just like you"

I searched desperately for a response, finally deciding on

"I guess lots of people just look like me". I muttered it, still trying to feign innocence as alarm bells went off in every part of me.

He turned in his chair to look at me, responding with

"It's funny that you would say that, as she also wore the exact same jumper as you."

He had me. I knew it. He knew it. I knew that he knew that he had me. I tried to make up an excuse for my actions.

"I was walking my dog, and he ran off into the bushes. As I tried to get him out" I stammered out, knowing how flimsy the excuse sounded.

It was obvious that he could see right through the lie just as well as I knew that he would, but he didn't press in any further.

He tried to introduce himself.

"Anyway, my name is..."

I quickly interrupted him.

"Actually I already know what your name is. We have the same name."

He looked surprised, but I did not know whether it was because I knew his name or that we had the same name. It was possible a combination of the two.

We spent most of the last few minutes of the lesson in silence. It seemed to go by agonizingly slow. When the bell finally rang indicating the end of the term, he quickly packed up his things and left. Just as he was about to exit the room, he turned to me and wished me a nice holiday.

"You too" I said in reply, too late, as he had already left the room.

That was not how I wanted the school term to end, but it definitely could have gone worse. At least know I had a reason to know all of the things about him which wasn't in a manner which could be considered 'creepy' or 'stalker-ish'.