i tried to tell my parents abou tthe whole stalker thing, but the conversations didnt exatly work. i love my parents and all, but they liked to believe they lived in a safe world where everything followed their idea of suburbian perfection.
its been 3 years since it all started, and im in the eighth grade, almost a high schooler.
but then things got even stranger. like, holy shnikes stranger. see, my older brother, Finn, had a football banquet on the fourth of august, same night as my best friend since Tyler Elle’s 14th birthday. and i HAD to be there.
“Sweetie, Elle only lives two streets away, you can walk!” My mom said exasperatedly as i informered her constantly of this predicament. i relied on Finn for rides everywhere.
So i ended up walking to Elles, and, as if by clockwork, A silver mercedees pulled up besideds me on the street, this time a salt and peppered hair man was in it.
suddenly, the door opened and the man jumped out, grabbing me by the waist and shoving me into the back seat of the car.