The sun seems to stab through my eyes when I open my window first thing in the morning, it's so bright...
I really don't want to go to school today, or ever again. But I have to, according to mom and dad.
I lazily pull on some pants and a shirt and toss my hair in a loose bun. I put on mascara, too.
When I grab my backpack and leave, I see something. Again? Wow...
On the porch. It's obviously a polaroid picture, like every other day.
I stand corrected. This time its a note on the ground.
'Sorry, Jessie. I ran out of film. New picture tmrw."
Polaroid Kid knows my name? But how? And why?
This is kinda creepy in a way. In a million ways.
A stalker-ish kinda way, and just other ways.
I crumple the note into a ball.
I shove it in my pocket.
No picture today?
***
"Ran out of film? What kind of weird crap is that? If you're gonna stalk someone, do it right."
"I know... but some part of me is sad there was no picture today. It gives me something."
"What do you mean it gives you something? Weirdo. Hahaha."
"Something to look forward to each day. Something new."
"I guess you have a point there, Jess. Not so weird.."
"It feels like I'm starting a collection. It's kinda cool."
"Yeah. Free creepy photos to hang on your wall."
"Shut up. I actually think they're pretty sweet."
"Ok. But remember where they come from."
"I don't know where they come from."
"That's the point, Jessie."
"Damn. You're right."
"I gotta go. Cya."
"Bye."
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Polaroid Kid
ContoJessie Quinn was home alone with her best friend, when the doorbell rings. Nobody is there, just a polaroid picture on the ground. There is a new polaroid photo on the porch every day, leaving Jessie and her friend curios. Who is leaving these phot...
