It started in 9th grade. I am now in 10th.
Just like any other freshman I was confused, lost, and innocent in this new school.
But then he came. Oh how he came...
Brandon, my stalker.
We were in the same graphic design class and in the same lunch period.
It started one Valentine's Day.
He came up to me and handed me three roses with a smile.
I was a bit disturbed.
Brandon was already a Junior- tall, blond, and looked as if he could crush my bones.
I wish I could have said thank you. But I know for a fact my mouth must have been hanging open.
Ever since then the boy would stare at me in class.
Never to speak to me, just staring.
In lunch he began to sit behind me. I could feel his eyes watching me.
Then, about a month or two later, Brandon began to talk to me.
He was rather friendly and had an odd sense of humor.
Soon he began popping up everywhere in the hallways.
Always staring... always trying to talk to me.
I must admit, I was deeply disturbed and a little sick.
Then he began to follow me home.
Not all the way. But a little but more than half way.
During class and lunch he would take pictures of me with his cellphone.
At first he tried to be sneaky about it- but I caught him!
I tried to give Brandon the cold shoulder multiple times.
For a while it didn't work. Then he stopped talking to me, but always stared at me.
Then when the class ended I was free.
Sadly, this year, I have the same lunch period as him again.
And one day after a Pep Ralley as I walked home he was there on the street corner watching me.
To this very day Brandon still stares, but never talks.
And this is a true story. Scary, but true.
And this is why I'm not in school today- to avoid Brandon.
