So now I'm pretty sure I'm being stalked. I just know it. For good. Who would wanna stalk me? I mean I know I'm cute, popular and everything but people can just talk to me and be my freind you know. Not copy my every move. There it is again. The big ,fat, black, ugly,smiley face. It's on the door of Steak 'n Shake. Eyes staring bold at me. That's when I bolted. For life. I couldn't do more. I ran home. Which actually isn't my home, it's the governments. They paid for my house cause they know I'm a lonely duckling with no one to live with. But this house is temporary. They said they'll make me move into another family's house soon, when they plan on who's house I should live in. Anyway, as I ran, I bumped in to a person. I decided to talk to her,cause I have no one else to talk to.
"Hi," I said calmly
"Hi back,"She said. "Names Archa," she said back to me immediately.
"My names Ariyah," I said back feeling the bump on my head.
"Pretty name sweet cheeks. I'm 25, got a job in the university across West High." She said with a smirk.
"Thanks you too, Archa, I'm about to graduate and get a job too! What do you work as Archa?" I asked.
"I'm an archeologist. That's why people call me archa. And ever since I was born I didn't have a name, so people started calling me archa. ." She said smiling.
"What a great story. Your lucky live in your own house. And you don't live by yourself. ." I said pathetically.
"Oh.. do you live alone Ariyah? . Pause. You know if you want you can live with me and my family." She said to me.
I felt like I could trust her, but that thought brought me back to that black, ugly, smiley face stalking me. I can't trust nobody. Nobody at all.
"Hey uh....Ariyah," she said to me.
"Yeah Archa..," I said back.
"You have a black smiley face on your yellow shirt," she said suspiciously.
"Wait WHAT???!!!," I said.
"I gotta run. Catch you later," I said to her in a aghast voice.
That's when I left. I didn't even let her say bye to me, but it was for the good. What could be happening? Ugh I hate my life right now. I need a body guard.... but who...?
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The Darkening
HorrorIts Dark... it gets Darker every step I take, every breath I breathe. Its stiffening, suffocating air not able to breathe. What do they want from me? What do i have that they want? Do they want something from me?
