From Marilou’s journal of true stories:
The blond-haired girl set off for school with the same knot in her stomach as the day before. Will he be there today Marilou wondered? Will she feel the creepy eyes follow her everywhere? Will she be filled with fear all through the day?
Her hands shook so badly Marilou dropped her books. Her sky-blue eyes darted around as she snatched them back into her arms. The short, skinny girl hugged the wall as she entered the classroom. She slid beneath a desk in the back of the classroom. Her lips trembled and beads of sweat soaked her bangs.
Marilou was so mad at herself. Why couldn’t she talk to someone, tell them what was going on? That she was terrified there was a stalker who followed her every day?
Then the young girl did like always, she turned the problem on herself. You’re just being silly, she thought. Nobody is watching you. Who would care about you anyway?
The story would change drastically at the end of the day.
Marilou was exhausted. She didn’t sleep the night before and was jumpy all through the day. She just wanted get the heck outta there and go home.
She almost made it, was near the edge of the road when…
Someone snuck up from behind and yanked her by the hair. Her books fell to the ground as she reached up to grab the stranger’s wrist. Her heels dug into the ground as the stalker drug her across the playground.
The girl couldn’t understand why no one came to help. Can’t they see? Maybe they didn’t notice ‘cause they were in a hurry. Or thought the two were just having fun.
When they reached the jungle gym the monster pushed her beneath the bars. The stalker held Marilou by the back of the neck and shoved her head toward the ground. For the first time she heard his voice…
“I been watching you,” he breathed heavily. He babbled on and on that he liked her and she was his girlfriend. Then he took a stick and sketched a heart in the dirt with the initials J.Q. + M.M.
“Look at that,” he snarled. “You see that?”
Not once did the boy let go of her hair; not once did a word escape her lips. It was close to an hour when he finally let her go.
The terror is still clear in her mind and she remembers his name but…
Marilou never had contact with the stalker again.
May Your Glass Always Be Half Full
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