Stalker
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Mystery
"You'll like me, you'll see," he spat through gritted teeth. "Ainsley Jennings, you'll never get away from me. Wherever you go, I'll find you." He took a step forward, his face inches from mine. "You can move across the country. You can leave this school. You'll always find you way back to me."  Ainsley Jennings is a sixteen year old girl who is obsessed with acting. She's in theatre, of course, but there's this one guy... He's always there. It all started by him sitting next to her in class, standing in her yard, and even looking at her though the window; he's everywhere she looks. When mysterious murders are announced on the news, Ainsley can't help but feel on edge. Who's the next victim? Nobody knows. All she knows is she may be the next person. The next dead girl.
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