After a long basketball game with my brother I decide to finally go up to my room and relax for the rest of the night alone . Moments like this I wish I had someone to call, text, message or do anything other then read magazines and books and movies.

     I guess being to scared to trust people does hurt. It's not the fact I actually want to go and hang out of anything I just want someone to talk to when I'm sitting in my room alone. Continuously day dreaming. 

      The boy from the library keeps popping in my head. I have no idea why. But it is a little upsetting to wonder why I even looked up and made myself feel awkward and embarrassed and why didn't he come and speak to me.

     I begin to believe I'm only act and thinking this way because he's something new. His looks are new.  The way he acts and walks is new. Not that I really even know him because I only saw him for about 10 seconds and only one time . I shouldn't really be making a big deal out of this. But my head is saying otherwise.

       I look out my bay window as I sit on the ledge. Trying to escape my thoughts. Escaping your own thoughts is the hardest thing to ever do. Well because they are a sort of you that you can't get away from. 

I enjoy looking out at night when the moon is full and the street lights are on. To me this is a way of relaxing.  I notice I see someone out on the curb , standing leaning on a car.  Just staring into space. It does seem odd and out of the ordinary . But I also believe that's something I would actually do . Then I think I'm crazy and a physco. Isn't that what serial killers do? It's like he's stalking someone .

    I want to tell Richie so he can go out there and see what this guy wants. But he just went to bed and he has to get up early for work . So I just make my way out of my window. I wouldn't want this guy to see me. Who knows what he wants or what he will do.

     I am a little terrified so it makes it hard for me to fall asleep. After almost an hour of being scared and trying to force myself to sleep . I just had to check the window one last time. He was gone. He was no longer there .

     I managed to be able to sleep a little last night.  Not the best sleep but it was something.  I walk downstairs on a Saturday morning.  Oh how I enjoy my Saturdays. Just me and my family except for Richie stuck in the house.  Well not really stuck but we mostly all juat hang out at home all day.

     I sit on the couch and watch spongebob with Michael.  We usually end up watching cartoons together for most of the day. If sam will let him. She's very picky on when he can watch tv. She wants him to be a normal kid and go outside and play in the mud and get dirty and make little friends around the neighborhood .  I agree with her for the most part. That was the best part of my childhood . Other than interrupting Richie and his friends.  But that's what little annoying sisters are for .

    "Hayden do you mind getting the package from the delivery guy for me ? He's at the door." Sam shouts from the laundry room . She's always doing so much around the house . She's never not busy. I always offer to help but she refuses and tells me to enjoy my time as a kid. 

      I get up and I open the door and see the delivery guy with a big box.  He ask me to sign my name on a couple of spots in the paper . Then he turns around and walks off . I go to grab the package from the porch and move it inside.  When I notice something.  The same little black car from last night .  In the same spot on the curb in front of my house. 

      I quickly grab the box and pull it in the house and shut the door and lock it . I think about saying something to Sam. But I rather not freak her out.  Because it's usually just her and Michael here when I am gone at school and Richie is at work. Sometimes Sam can get really worked up and over dramatize things like this .

     But I have so many questions that need to be answered about this mysterious car and person . I need to figure out who it is. Not saying I'm going to confront this person . But for my curious self I would just rather know who it is that keeps sitting out in front my house.  I eventually will have to leave for school. I rather save myself from getting kidnapped . Most of those situations do not end well.

     The day goes on and I continue to sit around and watch tv. Sam made Michael take a nap after we all are lunch.  The house is pretty quite right now. Sam likes to go in her room and read books while Michael is sleeping.  She says that's her way of relaxing.

      I start to then think of the car that was outside .  My curiosity gets to me and I get up off of the couch and peak my head out the window a little . By my surprise the car is still there.  Now I am starting to feel a little scared and a tad bit threatened.

     I came to the conclusion that if it was still there when Richie got home from work , I would then alone go out and confront him. Only because if I did seriously need some help my brother would at least be close .

     For a moment I look out the window. He's probably saw me by now and he probably knows that I'm so curious about him . Maybe he is one of those physco people that know that I will fold if he just waits long enough. 

     I have very bad patients when it comes to dealing with curiosity. This guy is so going to win this battle. Or maybe I'm making it more of a big deal in my head . But we are about to find out because as I'm still looking out the window , Richie pulls in the drive way from work .