My name is Vic and I am an average boy living his average life but lately.. I keep seeing weird things out of the corner of my eye or the fact.. I heard a camera click and there was a flash. I supposed it was my imagination because when I looked where I heard the noise no one was there. Even weirder is that for a long time now, I've felt like I'm being watched.. but whenever I check no one's ever there. I think I'm just being paranoid but that incident where I saw the flash, I knew something weird was happening that made me somewhat uncomfortable. Afterall I know nobody who would do such a thing. For example I only have a few friends, I'm the most average and boring person, and I'm a high school student who repeats the same exact schedule everyday. So why would anyone be interested in me? I've tried to tell myself that it was probably one of my friends but my friends had class time when the photo incident happened. I should stop worrying about it but it's hard not to be weirded out by this kind of thing.
As I doodled my thoughts into the notebook, Devyn looked over at me and silently pushed her notes towards me to copy them down. I always asked her for notes especially since I was too tired to pay attention and she was practically always quiet and listening either way. Even though she was quiet her bright Fluffy blonde hair stuck out even when she didn't want it too. I wouldn't consider her a crush tho, more like a good work buddy. Suddenly I realized I had been staring at her while I was dead into my thoughts.. it was so embarrassing as she gave me the side eye. I mean it was kinda deserved but.. as I looked down at the paper on my notebook, it was completely covered in words. I turned the page and started writing down the notes, every now and then I'd ask what word was what because no offense her handwriting was kinda bad and hard to read but oh well. As long as I'm not screwed over then we'll be fine right? Plus if my mom found out i wasn't taking notes and the notes kinda depended on my grade, then she'd ground me until I get my grades up. I already have to hide my report card..
After finally finishing my notes on my notebook page, I started packing my binder to make sure I was ready for my next class. Then I felt that feeling.. of dread. Of being watched.. as I glanced around I saw no one. I quickly shoved everything in my binder instead of carefully packing everything. I started getting uncomfortable and uneasy. Finally the bell rang signaling class was over. It was my break now like usual. The morning usually went by very fast but the afternoons came by very slow.. especially since I knew that when I was in the hallways or in some classes, I could feel eyes on me.
I walked into the hallway and immediately the feeling got worse way worse.. as if the person was deadly close yet so far away out of my grasp at the same time. It made me feel uncomfortable and upset because this feeling right now, is somewhat normal to me now. The first time I remember where it started had been years ago, it was in elementary school. Now I'm in middle school, 8th grade to be exact and it's been like taht ever since. I remember gett gifts though, when I was younger. I'd see gifts in my cubby at the end of the day and it would be toys mostly. There was only, ever one note.. it was filled with simple words.. "do you like Cindy?"
You know, for a kid in my elementary school, that was written in very pretty cursive writing and we didn't even get taught that until 6th grade. I remember it being during 3rd grade though.
Cindy used to go to our district before she moved away with her family. There was this rumor that I liked her or something. I never did of course because I never even played with her during 3rd grade. I never even knew her that well, the first time I ever knew who she was, was when she was telling everyone she was moving away. I didn't even bother trying to get to see or know her when the rumor came up so that's the first time I saw and interacted with her.
Though what I remember from the note was that.. even though it was pretty and written in the most beautiful handwriting.. the words were in permanent marker and seemed to have multiple coats.. from messily marking the letter.. to the point the person had to write the words bigger to line over the messy words, to make it look prettier. It was aggressive in a way that made me shiver. How could a sweet letter also be so aggressive?