~Creepy~
It all began like a dream. I was walking down the street to school
when I first noticed him. He was a creeper. His eyes bore into me like
needles. He wouldn't stop staring. I hurried on my way to school, keeping my
purse close to my side in case he tried to attack me. I didn't see him for a
while after that. When I did, I did not expect to see him where I found
him.
My life is perfect. I have a dreamy boyfriend, great friends, and a
loving family. Life could not get any better than this. I am head cheerleader
of the New York Cougars, and everyone wants to be me. My grades are passing,
but classes don't matter to me because I am going to become a professional
cheerleader. Who needs to know Poe, Hemmingway, or Churchill? It's not like I
plan on becoming a historian or anything. My life is great; that is, until I
get this message over the intercom at school
"Would Ms. Taylor please come to
the principal's office?"
Ok, I know I am a good cheerleader, but I didn't
think I'd receive any special recognition for a good performance at last night's
game. At least, this is what I thought as I walked to the principal's
office. Why else would I be called to the principal's office? I hadn't done
anything wrong in the past few weeks; well, aside from getting wasted at this
totally awesome party the other night. So I went on my way, blissfully happy
about getting special recognition. They'd probably make a plaque for me or
something. I wonder if I will be known as Ms. Taylor or Angelica Taylor. Well,
Ms. Taylor would make me sound developed and sophisticated, but then again,
Angelica Taylor establishes me for me; people could get me and my mom mixed up
if I remain Ms. Taylor. My mom was the head cheerleader at my school during her
time. Back then, they had never heard of a midriff or a miniskirt. Oh well, at
least I got my fabulous structure from her. My family has always been known for
their athletic ability and good looks.
This is how my life was before my
grammy died. My world changed after that. Before the funeral, I moped around
at school. Everyone looked at me, whispering behind my back while they thought
I wasn't listening. I didn't care. My grammy and I were closer than a knitted
sweater. I remember taking walks with her in the park. She would always take
me for a walk in the afternoon, probably to calm me down since I was so full of
energy, and the afternoon would end with an ice cream cone shared with
love. Grammy and I loved each other with a love that transcended time and
death. When her time came, it was very unexpected. My parents tried to
convince me she died peaceably, but I knew better. She died of a broken heart
after my grandpa died.
And this is how it came about that I found myself in
the cemetery tonight. I couldn't attend the funeral. Surrounded by
well-wishers, trying to compose myself to not attract attention; I could not do
it, so I waited until night time to go to her grave. It's kind of chilly
tonight. November is not the friendliest month. Leaves crunch under my feet,
reminding me of death. I can't stop crying. The taste of salt seeps into my
mouth, tasting like saltwater taffy without the burst of flavor that only taffy
can give. The tears are running, and now I give in. My life has no meaning. I
can't live on without my grammy.
This is how I was thinking when I stumbled
across him in the cemetery. He was coming out of a vault in his black cloak
that made him look like someone's grandpa. Who wears black cloaks nowadays? I
mean, it's not like we live in Transylvania or anything. This is New York for
goodness sake! He looks like the dark creature under the stairs in my
basement. Eek! Why was he in that ancient vault anyways?
Okay, maybe I was
paranoid or something, but when I looked at the name on the vault I noticed
something really creepy: the person died centuries ago. Why was he inside it?
The body had to be bones by now! Ewww!!! I was about to give him the benefit of
the doubt for his creepiness, but that did it! How did he get in anyways? Aren't
those things usually sealed off? Creep. Y.
So anyways, where was I? Oh yeah,
I ran into him at the cemetery. I thought he would leave me alone considering I
was grieving at my grammy's grave, but no, he snuck up to me like the creep he
is and scared me. One minute he's coming out of an ancient vault, the next
minute he's breathing on my neck behind me at my grammy's gravesite. Ewww! His
breath was ice cold, and I can only imagine what he was thinking standing behind
the head cheerleader of the New York Cougars. I hadn't thought to bring my
pepper spray to the cemetery. How often do you need pepper spray at the
cemetery? It's not like Al Capone would come and kill me in the cemetery while I
grieve.
Unfortunately, I knew I was vulnerable, so I stood still and
started talking to him like he was my new best friend. After all, I wouldn't
want to piss him off he was planning on kidnapping me or something. I even went
as far as flirting with him. Okay. Ewww!!! That was the creepiest thing I have
ever done in my life! I didn't know what I would do if he tried to rape
me. Luckily, that didn't seem to be on his mind. Actually, now thinking about
it, it almost seemed like he wasn't interested in my body…nah! That couldn't
be. Who wouldn't want to get with the head cheerleader of her high school?
Anyways, I started talking to him, and he seemed kind of gruff. He almost
seemed like he wasn't from around here, like he belonged in some old-time
book. Oh well, perhaps he just had some freaky parents.
So this was my first
encounter with an abnormality. He creeped me out the first time I saw him, and
matters did not improve themselves the second time I encountered him. Oh well,
at least he didn't try to pull a fast one on me. Perhaps I will take him under
my wing and teach him how to act and look normal. Ha ha! He will be my charity
project! He will be my masterpiece! Well, maybe. I hope he lets me do this for
him! He could have potential. I won't take no for an answer from him! Ha ha!
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