I heard a crack of a stick behind me. My blood is now ice as I quickly turn around. I solid figure blocks my vision. "Oh it's you," I gasp. He laughed. "You got lucky it wasn't the stalker guy," he tells me. "Excuse me?" "You know the guy that leaves you flowers, and stole the shells," he says. "Oh, right," I forcefully laugh, but my hair stands up. "Well, see ya, Lacey," he bids farewell. "Bye." I don't remember telling him about my stalker.All Rights Reserved