stalker

The clock on the classroom wall seemed to mock me, its hands crawling towards the summer. My fingers toyed with my blue ponytails, the heat making me restless in my red tank top and black shorts. When the final bell shrieked, I sprang up, dodging the frantic surge of students.

My locker, usually a hub of activity, was eerily quiet by the time I reached it. The click of the lock echoed in the empty hall, followed by a low groan as the door swung open. A splash of pink caught my eye – a note, fluttering to the tiled floor.

“What is this?” I murmured, bending to retrieve it. Unfolding the paper, a chill snaked down my spine. "I am always watching." Shivering, I scanned the silent corridor. No one. “It’s probably a joke,” I told myself, stuffing the note into my pocket. But the thought lingered, a cold prickle on my skin. I gathered my things and headed for the blinding sunlight outside, where Summer was waiting.