Your "Kind Of" Stalker - PROLOGUE by Ramisha Asif
MARC
I sat there in the same seat I’ve been sitting in in my Biology class since the first day of high school. No one sat in my seat.
I’d carve my fucking name on it if it wasn’t an act of vandalism and contrary to popular belief; I wasn’t some punk-ass kid looking for trouble.
Believe it or not I have a permanent seating arrangement for all my classes and everyone knows to stay clear from my seats. ,,
People don’t really wonder why I sit where I sit. The reason I sit where I sit is because of a girl. Do I love this girl?
Am I a pervert? I just find this girl interesting and I suppose that she’s awoken a hidden “stalker” in me. I like watching her. I know it sounds creepy and it was rather alarming at first, but now I’ve grown accustom to it. I’ve accepted who I am.
Chapters
Chapter 1: PROLOGUE
Chapter 2: TWO YEARS LATER
Chapter 3: Seventh Grade (Brielle)
Chapter 4: Present Day (Brielle)
Chapter 5: Seventh Grade (Marc)
I’d carve my fucking name on it if it wasn’t an act of vandalism and contrary to popular belief; I wasn’t some punk-ass kid looking for trouble.
Believe it or not I have a permanent seating arrangement for all my classes and everyone knows to stay clear from my seats. ,,
People don’t really wonder why I sit where I sit. The reason I sit where I sit is because of a girl. Do I love this girl?
Am I a pervert? I just find this girl interesting and I suppose that she’s awoken a hidden “stalker” in me. I like watching her. I know it sounds creepy and it was rather alarming at first, but now I’ve grown accustom to it. I’ve accepted who I am.
Chapters
Chapter 1: PROLOGUE
Chapter 2: TWO YEARS LATER
Chapter 3: Seventh Grade (Brielle)
Chapter 4: Present Day (Brielle)
Chapter 5: Seventh Grade (Marc)
