The Follower

The Follower

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Prologue In a Calfornia college, next to a dark, black lake, from the eyes girl 19 years old never knew what was looking her. Chapter 1: The Camera Boy The smell of fresh printed paper and pencil lead never got old. The scent. it gave calmed me, as I sat in one of the desks drawing myself from a picture I took with friends on my high school graduation. Suddenly, I feel soft, yet tough hand touch my shoulders. I instantly turn around, my hair whipped behind me. I took a look a student from another part of campus. I assumed since he looked like he was around 20, and had a photography bag strapped around him. "Hello?," I asked still a little startled. "Hey, I'm Jackson, from another side of campus that does photography," he said staring at my picture. "What are you doing in this part of campus," I asked watching his eyes turn to me, staring "I had special permission to take photography of others for a project we have, and it's due soon," he said, and I can't believe what he said next.
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I was twelve years old the first time I saw Parker Wells. I was fighting with my earring to put it in its place in my ear in front of my mirror; a look of sadness possessed my features, thinking about every thing that was wrong with my face and the few possibilities I had to fix none of them. His face appeared in the little reflection. Through the window behind me, I could see his house and his car beside it. He was in the drivers seat and I could hear the truck's noise. He looked grown up, and I was a just a girl. He was looking at me intently anyway. I never thought you could long for someone that bad just by a look. I sadly never saw him again, but I dreamt of him every night. Maybe, if I'm lucky, he'll be my prince and save me. After six years, I got tired of waiting. If he won't show up, I'll be my own prince. I'll save myself.

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