It's been several days since i have notes in my locker, on top of the books.
It's a bit disturbing, know that someone in this school knows the password of my locker and MOSTLY he knew a lot about me!
I read the note and looked around.
The atmosphere for everyone was quiet: they talked, joked, made themselves selfies...
except for me, I was anxious, I knew he was watching me.
I closed the locker and threw the ticket into the bin, i went to the math class and I waited for the lesson to begin.
My name is Mary, i have 17 years old and tomorrow will be my birthday.
I attend the last class of my high school, i have few friends but of those few i can trust.
I have long black hair and i am very thin, today I put on a large black sweatshirt, in order to hide, and a tight-fitting white jeans.
During the lesson I was called several times on the blackboard to solve equations and other mathematical things I do not understand.
I took a bad vote as always and the prof told me: " Mary when will you start studying?" .
even though I was nervous, I did not answer, I did not want to take a note like the last lesson.
Ad you can see, I'm not a model student, I have a simple life, a life in which I command and I do not command myself.
spent two hours of math, it was very bad but I can finally leave from that room.
I went into my locker to lay down the books, but ad soon as i opened it i found another note.
"Again.." i cursed.
I took it and put the books down, I opened it...
"You took a bad grade in math"
Anonymous
How the hell did he know?!?!
I resumed the anxiety that was felt stronger than before.
I took the books for the next Hour and closed the locker.
My mind was assailed by doubts and questions that i could not answer and make them clear.
Why he knew so many things about me? Do you go to my class? Is he a stalker? Maybe he's in love? Why is he so me?is boy or girl?
OH MY GOD! CONFUSION!
I began to eat impatient My fingernail and went to the English literature room.
I'm very good in this subject, but i could not concentrate.
[...]
When the school was over, I headed back to the locker where I found ANOTHER INNASPETATELY little note where it was written good afternoon.
I sighed and threw it away, took the books and went to the school exit.
I put the headphones on and access the playlist.
"...My lover's got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshipped her sooner
If the Heavens ever did speak
She is the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
'We were born sick, ' you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She tells me 'worship in the bedroom'
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you
I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well
Amen, Amen, Amen
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life..."
I started humming.
I was walking home when I saw Jesse.
"Hey Jess"
"Oh Mary, I'm happy to see you!"
"where are you going?"
"I going shopping, you Come?"
"No, thanks, i hate shopping"
I replied, forcing a smile, my head thought of something else.
I managed to escape his clutches and went home.
I did my daily routine, that is, to see anime (hahahahaha)
I always keep thinking about the person who leaves me the tickets.
thinking about it keeps me company, I'm always alone ...
prepare the backpack and then I went to bed.
Morpheus took possession of my sleep.
