Let the Games Begin

Maybe it was her laugh. Maybe it was her eyes. Maybe it was her smile. Whatever it was, I was madly infatuated with her.

I've never truly met her before, but I've been watching her since I was fourteen. She was ten at the time, and now she's going to college. I'm very proud of her.

I knew she wouldn't give me a second of her time if she knew who I was, but she will listen to me. I gave her a very generous gift, and she accepted it. So now she has to play by the rules. My rules.

It's simple really. I find a way to deliver a note to her and she has a week to accomplish the goal. If she doesn't? Well, it depends on what I see fit.

"Why are you obsessed with her?" You may ask. I wouldn't say I'm obsessed. I just want her to know she is mine and no one else can have her. See? I'm not obsessed. If I were obsessed, she'd be with me. But I'm granting her freedom unless she breaks my rules.

Good luck, Melanie Isabella Brown. And let the games begin.