Who is my stalker?
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Ongoing5m
Last published Wed, Jul 12, 2017
Bridgett is al een poosje 15 jaar oud en zit in de 3de klas en voelt zich elke minuut van de dag bekeken. Behalve als ze op school zit dan voelt ze zich op haar gemak. Dag in dag uit krijgt ze berichtjes van haar stalker. Ze wilt dat het op houdt ze voelt zich namelijk steeds onzekerder worden. Ze heeft al een tijdje met Bratt. Hij is zo lief voor haar. Maar ook bij hem voelt ze zich niet veilig als ze over straat loopt. Ze is bang dat haar stalker haar iets aan zal doen, of Bratt. Ze besluit het te vertellen aan haar vriendin waarmee ze vroeger heel close was. Zij zal mij wel begrijpen denkt ze. Maar kort nadat ze het verteld heeft aan Kyra wordt zij ook gestalkt. Wat moet ze nu?
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