Why Me?

I seen him. I keep seeing him. I don’t know why, but he is always there. I see him in my dreams, when i’m watching TV, when i’m out with my friends, even when i’m in the shower. Is that weird or what? He looks at me like he want to say something but can’t. I don’t get it. I mean I know i’m beautiful and all, but am I that beautiful that you are speechless? That seriously does not make sense. Anyways, when I was hanging out  with my bestfriend, Daniel, I seen the guy again. I gasped and asked Daniel did he see him, and the weird thing was he said there was no one there, but I knew he was there and I knew I was not crazy. The other weird thing about this mysterious guy was that I could never see his face fully I could only see his lips and eyes. I never could see his whole entire face. It was actually a little irratating to tell you the truth. I was scared that this mysterious stocker guy was going to kill me in my sleep, but well it seems that wasn’t going to happen after the first month I seen him. I didn’t go to sleep, for two straight days. That’s a lot of days for a gal like me.  Anyways after that I seen him at Walmart while I was shopping in the chips aisle. At that point I was seriously ticked-off. I told him, “Why won’t you just leave me alone? What I do to you? What do you want?,” He stared at me and then he put his fingers to his mouth and made a “shhhhh…” sound. Then he waited about a minute and then opened his mouth and said,”Someone is watching you. Beware….”, and then he just walked away and left. I was like ….okay your like the only person that is watching me. I was just fed-up and annoyed with the whole thing. I couldn't even tell my bestfriend, Daniel, who has been my bestfriend since I was 6yrs old. We are really close. I love him. I know I should tell him, especially since I know he would believe me, unlike some people.

I sit down and stare at the tips of my wet hair. I think I might dye it burgundy, instead of having it dirty blonde. Everyone say they love my hair because it's naturally straight. I disagree with them about straight hair because I can't have that naturally pretty curly hair, I always have to curl it. It's just too much work. Especially if you go to school early in the morning like me. It's already a hastle on putting your makeup on; then you go to worry about the hair. It's pretty annoying if you ask me, but pretty is a lot of work. Just ask Kim Kardashian. No offense, I still love you Kim! Anyways, the positive thing about myself that I love the most is I have these beautiful hazel eyes that change color all the time, it just matters on what i'm wearing. Thats something other people love about me too. It's my eyes. I think i'm okay looking. I don't think i'm ugly, but I don't think i'm hot either. I haven't had a boyfriend in a while, but that doesn't mean that I haven't had guys ask me out or who liked me. I even had some guys claim that they loved me. Weird, right? I didn't even know them. 

HONK! Oh, crap. What time is it? I check the clock, it's 7:15am. I hurry up and grab my backpack and grab a apple out of the fruit bowl and pratically jumping to the front door. When I get outside I feel the cold crush down on me. I shiver. I see Daniel in his Ford Ranger (2000). He still didn't see me. I take a minute and stare at him. He must be listening to music because he is air drumming using the steering wheel. I didn't notice his blond hair got longer and darker. He also got muslces now. Which he never had when we were kids. He style his hair differently and you could tell that he is really happy when he smiles and he show you his two front teeth. He finally turns around and see me. I guess he felt embarassed because his cheeks got a bright rosy red. Thats another thing about Daniel, he doen't hide his emotions very well. "How long was you staring at me?" Daniel asked when I got in the old looking Ford. "Long enough to know that you don't know how to air drum", I chuckle. We both laugh. "Well lets get to school before all the good parking spots are taken..."