I enter A.M. homeroom and take my seat next to Kate.  Our school doesn't have lockers so we have to carry our bags and coats around the school.  We take notes and do work in science, ELA, social studies, eat and play cards at lunch, run in gym, take more notes and do more work in Health, and finally math.

      My class walks out from math and I run to P.M. homeroom, three floors up. The teacher takes attendance and then sets us free from this prison they call school. Me and Kate race for the exit door. She tells me, "I can't walk home with you today because I have to watch my little brother," and runs off. As I wave goodbye to her, strange things start happening.

      I have the strongest feeling that I'm being followed. If so, that person is great at hiding because I swear I checked literally everywhere trying to find the stalker. If there was anyone who would walk home with me, just this once, I'd be in their debt forever, even Andrew! But I'm stuck walking home alone with the weirdest, scariest feeling that someone, or some thing, is following me.

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