• I felt a stare out of no where. Usually when I read, my focus is wholly on the novel, but that prickly feeling you get when you are utterly creeped out snapped me off the current scene. When I looked around though, I couldn't find the culprit. I sat in one of the incredibly comfortable chair in my new school. The library was at least the best I've ever seen. Not only was it so well maintained, it was avoided like the plague.

    But back to the creeper. I couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched. With my wonderfully overactive imagination, I saw eyes through every bookcase. Dark menacing eyes that fit perfectly prowling through the night as it stalked its next victim. So I had a somewhat scary overactive imagination. It happens to a lot of people in their paranoia!

    With nothing to do besides running around the library, yelling accusations, I decided the best bet for me was to walk outside and see if someone follows. Not that I wanted someone to be there, but it was just too damn creepy.

    As I came out of the building, I inwardly sighed as I spotted Jay and his little posse. For reasons unknown, the "in crew" of the school decided to relocate their hangout spot right outside of the library. Why? Obviously to torment me every single time I trespass within their personal radius. Jay wasn't even one of the tormentors, but he makes all the important decisions of hangout spots and the like. At least that's the 411 from Lisa. I honestly think he changes spots every so often to get away from the kids that follow him. At least for a day, they are lost and searching frantically for him and he gets some sort of respite from their idiotic tendencies. But whatever the reason, I still blame him for my daily leers and jeers from the none to bright crowd.