I glanced back over at the seat across the room. A boy was sitting with his head laying on his folded arms, looking at me. The desks between us were empty, so it gave him a clear view.
Why do people keep staring at me?
I looked back at him. He had light brown hair and reddish-brown eyes. Hm.
I swiftly scanned the room for my teacher, and not finding him, I pulled out my phone.
"Would you happen to have reddish-brown eyes?"
Then I turned back to the boy. He made no move to get his phone, but mine pinged. Damn. Guess it isn't him, either.
There's so many creepy stalkers that it's like finding a needle in a haystack!
"Nope. My eyes aren't brown."
"Well that eliminates like 1/2 of the school.."
"Shit. I didn't think.. oh well. Like you'd find me anyway."
"Aren't you in class? You should put your phone away before the teacher comes in and sees."
I sighed.
"Yes, mom.."
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Sincerely, Anonymous
RomanceAmira Summers gets a text from an unknown number who seems to have a goal to make her happy with herself. That, and some other motive.. Short story. DISCLAIMER: Contains self-harm, suggestions to suicide, and profanity. Read at your own discretion.
