The Locker Diary

Chapter 5 - Stalker Boy Just Keeps On Stalking

Emily POV

I’ve endured seven hours of torture today and I’ve learned two things. One: I will not be able to survive the rest of the school year and will probably be another teenage suicide in the headlines. Two: I have the most unfortunate luck.

To my dismay I have all of my classes with the stalker boy. Life must really enjoy screwing with me.

In each class he made it his mission impossible to sit next to me and annoy me in some form. I had to resist the urge to punch him every time he made sly innuendos about a girl in our class. Everything that came out of that boy's mouth was inappropiate. 

The final bell for school rang. Ding-Ding. This dreadful day is finally over! As I opened the school doors, fresh air welcomed me and a slight breeze kept wailing, what sounded like “I’m free”! “I’m free!”

I sat on the front steps of school, wondering where my foster mom was at. The parking lot was already empty.

Beep-Beep my phone buzzed. It’s a message from my foster mom.

“Sorry Emi, but I can’t take you home today,” she said. “I have an emergency surgery scheduled. Will you be alright walking home?” she asked.

Wow. I’ve only been with my new parents for one day and already their failing at the “always-being-there” concept.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” I replied.

I guess I’ll be walking “home”. Honestly I don’t even know why I bother calling it “home”. Home should be used for a place you cherish. A home is shelter over your head, in which there’s lots of love, peace, happiness, and a strange sense of warmth enveloped once you step foot in it. It’s a place where you yearn to be at when you’re feeling troubled (or when you’re in deep shit). It’s a shelter that works as a shield protecting you from the harsh reality that is life. It’s a safe zone. The place where I am headed to is not home. It’s merely a house with windows and doors, just like any other.

I began making my journey “home”, when suddenly my deep thoughts were interrupted by nature. I felt the skies drizzling. I looked up and couldn’t believe how bi-polar nature was. Just moments ago the sky smiled with its beautiful sun rays and hugged me with its warmth. Now the skies drastically change to a sour grey color and insult me by spitting on me. Talk about crazy mood swings.

Boom Boom the sky threatened as lightening backed him up, and the the rain started pouring down hard. 

A Rainstorm. Great.

Now don’t get me wrong I love rain. After watching The Notebook all I ever prayed for was the skies showering me with its magnificent rain, but after a horrible day and having to walk to a strange house I’m forced to call “home”, without any Ryan Gosling by my side, rain tends to piss you off.

The skies began changing to a twilight, dark scenery, and all that was left of the world were shadows. The rain became this nagging, persistent ex that kept pouring on me, and everything on me became drenched and ruined.

All of a sudden, I noticed faint headlights approaching me. The lights kept coming closer, and closer, hitting my eyes with an immense force. It came to an abrupt stop once it was two feet away from me (nearly close to killing me I might add).

With the glow of the moon, I managed to see an old, pick-up truck. The driver’s door began opening. All I could think of was “It was nice knowing you world”. I remained frozen still. My legs wanted to run, but my brain couldn’t process it correctly. I had jelly legs and no experience in any sort of fighting. For sure I was a goner. Then, the stranger started to speak.