Chapter 2: Stalkers?

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The night I tried sneaking into my house but got caught, I got a huge lecture about remembering to take my phone to school 'because that's why we bought it' I have only ever made phone calls to my parents on that phone, and getting an adequate amount of sleep 'you need to go to sleep at 8pm to get a full cycle,' what teenager goes to sleep at 8? They always speak as if they were never teenagers, like I can never imagine my parents as teenagers. Has anyone ever thought that their parents were made in a jar and then trained just to be parents. No, just me okay then.

As part of my punishment I had to have an actual alarm clock in my room. It ruined my aesthetic but they didn't give two shits about my aesthetic. But having an actual alarm clock meant it was set at 6:30am and it didn't have a snooze button. How will I live?

Which meant I was abruptly woken up at 6:30am to a foghorn like noise. I dragged myself out of bed and down to my bathroom. I washed my face and put some mascara on, filled in my eyebrows and concealed the pain away. After I did my makeup I brushed my hair and put them in two French braids. After that I checked the time to see that it was 7:30 how did that take an hour... honestly.

Maybe it was because I got distracted by Snapchat.

After eating breakfast, I grabbed my bag, and walked out to my car and put the learner plates on. This car is my child, it's a black Jeep Wrangler. I sat in the car and played the radio and waited for my mum to come out.

While I waited I sent Snapchat streaks to everyone. A pic of my hand on the wheel an ol' classic. However, as all parents do they bud in at the wrong time.

"Tiff, no phones while you're in the car! How irresponsible." My mum ranted on. I just rolled my eyes and began the journey to school.

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The day went by quickly and by the time lunch rolled around I was ready to eat some deliciousness called food. I walked over to the tables where my friends and I always sit. When I arrived my home girl Scarlett was already there staring at her phone pretending to text someone, so what did I decide to do, Scare her.

I creep up behind her and stabbed my fingers into her sides. well that didn't sound at all... wait I have nothing to justify that.

She jumped up in surprise and let out a squeal.

"You little..." she trailed off as she got distracted by Jay our friend. He is a star player in our local AFL team. He's in love with the game, but Scarlett and I never really understood the game nut we always went to games to check out the "competition" if you know what I mean. Ha ha ha. No... okay.

Its also nice to go down to the footy field and just spending time with some friends.

Jay came over to the table and started talking about the game last weekend. And lunch ended as quickly as it started,

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I stepped on the bus looking for an available seat I chose one and sat down putting in my earphones in and listening to my playlist and singing in my head to the songs as I watched out the window as the people walked past when someone in the same black hoodie as last night caught my eye. Hood pulled over his head so the shadow covered his eyes. But you could tell he was starring at my direction. A slight smile on his lips and he lifts his arm to wave in my direction. He continues waving as the bus drives down the street.

What the hell just happened.

It's the obvious I have a stalker! 

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 22, 2016 ⏰

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