• I remember the first day of the school year. All the hallways were filled with fear.
    But my fear got worse when I saw you waiting by my locker. You stared me down and as you walked away I whispered, "Stalker." You looked back with a smile that lit up my face. But it was the wrong time and the wrong place. After school, I saw you with your friends. You and your friends had the same trends. Black hair, Black clothes, Black eyes. But some of you weren't guys. You pointed to me, and pointed to the ground beside you. I hesitated, but I came through. The next minute, you were walking me to my house. I tried to hide the stain on my blouse. Never did we talk except when you said, "Let's just walk." When we got to my house, you whispered in my ear. "Let go of my hand, dear." I pulled away confused how my hand got there. I ran in my house, letting you stare.

    Now we are here. Away from that year. You are sitting beside me.

    "Let go of my hand, dear." you whisper.