~Converse Man;A blog, ep1~
The girl sighed, running her fingers throw her hair, lines being made in her brown hair, as she spun in her white computer chair. She let a soft sigh out.
"So."
And leaned forward looking at her webcam on her MacBook.
"My name is Jean Beatrice Learoy. I'm 24 years old. I work a local toy shop. Family ran of course or else I wouldn't get paid like I do. Anyway. I'm here to tell you of some....experiences I've had. This is a running web diary I hope to make. So let me start from the begging. In baby photos is were it started."
She pulled a photo out. "My dad was a nurse in that area. He took a photo of me were fathers would look at their baby, and this man was looking at me."
She said pointing to a man in the background, who had a look on his face, with a faint smile at the baby girl.
"Well, I've been seeing him more then just on that photo."
She pulled a album out.
"A lot more."
She pulled out a photo of a young girls birthday party. The girls brown hair in pigtails. A cake on the table said 4.
"See it?" and pointed in the background.
An again the man was in it, watching the party. Now there was a more clear view of him. He seemed somewhat tall, in a trench coat, and a pair of converse were the most noticeable thing about him.
"He's turned up in more birthday picutres, even in my parents wedding photo but not in the one were my mum married my stepfather after..."
She trailed of and pulled the picture of a man in a military uniform out.
"My dad quit nursing when I was 2, and soon went to help on the Middle East when I was 6. He didn't die over seas, but was injured. He was murdered at home when I was 7, by what they believe was maybe someone from the Middle East like Iraq who wanted revenge. But I don't think that's the case."
She slipped out another one from a purple binder, with photos and a picture of a camera on the front. It had a women in a elegant white dress, light Carmel colored hair, and a man from the photo before with nearly black hair.
Jean had eyes like her father from the picture now that it was obvious. Light greenish eyes, with Amber specks. She had her mothers face shape, nose and freckles, also hair color. Jean slipped the photo back in the album.
"I'm not showing that one, to hard to see the man to be honest, I mean I just noticed it the other day."
She pulled a light blue camcorder out, with in bold words on it saying
"Keep Calm and Record On"
She turned the screen towards the webcam, and played a video. The girls in it seemed maybe 13, 14. Thy were laughing and having fun outside. When she paused the video and pointed to the fence farther away. The man stood there with a long look on his face, like e was depressed.
"And this photo and another few made me realize, this man has many faces. I'll explain in the next blog. Bye guys."
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Web Diray~Doctor Who~
أدب الهواةI had a normal life. Except a little thing. Him. The man in converse. Every were I went, he would pop up. I called him converse man, but I'm not saying anything. It started when I was younger, I was about 5 years old, a small child too, under aver...
