Monday, 21 April 2008
10:46:50 PM (GMT)
This isn't one of those joke stalkers, like me and Kiwily.
It's for real.
I think this guy at school is stalking me.
I mentioned him two diary entries ago, saying he is "a straight, taller teenage boy
who could easily overpower me at any given
He also has glasses, is Mexican [[Not sayin' anythin' here, y'all. Just describing
him.]] and is nerdish.
And that's why I'm scared.
I walk from class to class, and he finds me, puts his arm over my shoulder, and says
And that's it.
Then he leaves, repeating "buddy".
Today, I seriously got scared.
He walked me to art-- again-- and went the exact opposite way.
When it was time for my next period, I saw him looking for me in the big feild just
in front of art.
I ran for shelter behind a pillar, praying he didn't see me.
I looked from behind, seeing him looking for me still.
I literally flew for the portables, going into history with a pale face.
I was gasping for breathe, and told my friend about it.
Ugh, it scares me.
Everytime I think about him, I get scared that I'll look out the window and see him.