Stalker Diaries by R.J McIntosh (best e reader for academics txt) 📕

I hated this. I hated every second of every day of this. I wanted nothing more than to just burn the entire thing to the ground, but instead I was the one on the ground when a random kid bumped into me for kicks, joking and laughing with his friends.

Struggling to get up, I somehow was able to get back on my feet, gravity weighing down on me more heavily than it had been before. Edging my ways the enormous green doors, I wiped away the tears, a voice in the back of my head telling me, “Welcome to another day of Hell ... Let the torture begin."

Chapter Two

  

 Roaming the halls of my new school, I could feel them watching me, every step taken was followed by irritating giggles. I knew not of my audience ... No. I knew who they were, there was no need for me to hide the fact it was them. Although they hid behind the crowd of students, I could feel their stares locking onto my small pale frame. I cringed at their gazes, holding my white backpack in my arms as a source of comfort, though it did nothing to quench my fears. 

"No! It's a new school Charles. No need to be scared of them. They have no control here!” I thought, trying to convince myself that everything wouldn't be like 8th grade year. Ha, who was I kidding? My body trembled, my hands shook so much I thought I would lose hold of my backpack if it weren't for the fact that I had looped my arms through the straps. It was starting all over again and class hadn’t even started yet. “Keep cool. Make it to class first.” With a set goal in mind, the shivering lessened and my body felt somewhat “normal” but I knew that this wouldn’t last forever, so I hurried to the school board centered between two long streaming lines of red lockers. People surrounded it, my composure falling with the growing voices of the prattling students up ahead.

“I want to go home.” I mumbled, an image of me walking outside of this hellhole made me feel slightly better.

Taking a deep breathe, I forced myself in between the sea of teenagers, some laughing at my pitiful struggle while others didn’t take any notice of the wimpy kid between them. Good, I wished everyone thought like that. I was no threat, no harm to anyone, just a plain scrawny boy with the presence comparable to air. However, I wasn’t that invisible scrawny boy, but that noticeable bug that they found in need of a serious squashing. I sighed, once, twice, three times, air spilled from my lungs as I stood in the front now. Quickly, I searched for my name on the large white sheet of paper. There it is! “Smith, Charles Room #127 Mr. Jacobs” it read, the small printed words brought with them song of joy as I swam out of that deadly waters and into the hall. Yes, no longer did I have to stand amongst those bastards. For a second I was relieved, but as I slowed my pace to search for my designated classroom. There, I saw him.

He stood there. His hazel hair glowed in the hallway light, his smile radiated through the halls while his deep chestnut eyes beckoned girls fall to at his feet. His skin was a lovely tan, his pink polo emphasized his chest muscles, his khaki caprice doing the same for his legs. They all worked together in perfect harmony making him what many girls considered to be the perfect human being. I had once thought that too, until I saw what he held deep inside of him, the devil he carried around in the cage of his heart. What I saw was no human, but a hideous beast that installed terror into my very bones. I panicked, my mind running circles trying to find a way into the room. Unable to come up with a solid solution, I ran passed the room scampereing the remaining distance of the hallway until I came upon the boy’s restroom. It was painted with a familiar crimson red , a color that I was undoubtedly used to seeing. Even the building wants me gone.

Idiot. I was a complete idiot! Now how was I supposed to get back to class? I would have to see him anyway, so what did I think walking away was going to do? Scare him? I entered the restroom, my nails digging into the nylon fabric of my backpack as I walked into one of the empty stalls, shutting the door behind. Stupid, stupid, stupid! I can’t believe I just did something like that. Now I’m really screwed. I curled up into a ball on top of the porcelain seat reflecting upon the many idiotic mistakes I made today.

“Maybe he didn’t see me?” I reasoned.

After all, I’m only 5”3’ and compared to all the much taller girls swarming him he couldn’t have seen me. Unless, he was trying too. No, he wouldn’t go out of his way to go looking for me on the first day. I mean, messing with me couldn’t be the first thing on his mind when coming to school, now would it? I sat still on the toilet until the bell chimed, warning us that there was only 5 minutes left to get to class. Damn. I released my grip on my backpack, my claws leaving small crescents where they had once lodged themselves in. Jumping off my makeshift seat, I exited the restroom, my backpack now hanging on my back where it should’ve been. I peered down the hall, nothing. The students were all heading towards their homeroom, leaving me without protection of what was to come. I sighed. I seemed to be doing that a lot lately.

Strolling down the hall, I was in no hurry to get to class. Then again I did not want to be late on my first day, so I quickened my pace. It didn’t take long for me to get there, and luckily, he was no longer standing outside of the door. It still didn’t mean he had up and disappeared though, it just meant that he was somewhere inside waiting for his chance to strike. My hand flew to my mouth as the bile began to rise, hitting the back of my throat. My eyes watered as the taste of acid filled my mouth threatening to come pouring from my gut. With a gulp, I forced it back down my throat, the tears slidding down my cheeks as I gagged. It was horrible, I hadn’t even met him and I was already in this sorry state. Oh how I hated being like this. Hated being so weak that a single thought could have me on the verge of vomiting. It was infuriating, but it was me. Wiping my eyes, I entered the room at the sound of the one minute bell, eyes running over me as if I had invaded Earth with the goal of conquering the unusual planet. Some lost interest after discovering it wasn’t anyone special, others stared knowing fully well who I was, and then it was him.

He knew what he was doing, he knew damn well what he was doing! He knew it, and loved every second of it as I stopped in front of the class, my body having turned into stone from his observant gaze. He was my Medusa and I was no Perseus. No golden shield, sword, or a helmet of invisibility, just a normal man against a monster.

“Take your seat.” A hoarse voice from behind demanded.

I whipped my head around finally free from my spell as I looked at the owner of the voice. A man of little stature, he stood to be about 5”7’ his gray hairs mixing with the dirty brown that still reigned supreme on his head but was on the brink of losing power to the other. His beard was the same as his head except much longer swaying back and forth at his knees. The old man wore a thick pair of black rimmed glasses, a hideous red plaid shirt with pants to match, and brown church shoes that screamed 1950’s.

“Son, I know I have such a gorgeous face, but you need to take your seat so we can get this ball rolling.” He joked, getting a cheap laugh out the class, who was mostly laughing at me instead of his corny joke. 

My face turned beet red as I waddled to my seat, my eyes examining the floors ahead to avoid any misplaced or purposely placed feet in the aisle. As expected, stray feet were plentiful, but I somehow managed to avoid them except for one. He took me by surprise how fast his foot moved into place my clumsy feet falling over his own. I could remember seeing a quick blur before falling face first onto the ground, my backpack increasing the force of the fall. A loud roar of laughter filled the air, the sound filling the room, the halls, and my ears. Stop it. Why does this always happen to me? I propelled myself up, staring at my assailant, the bastard who laughed silently in his chair, Stephen.

“I’m sorry Charles. You need some help there?” he asked, unable to hide the obvious smile that ran across his face. I growled, the rumbling accidentally escaping my my throat. I stood up, dusting my pants off refusing the hand that stood suspended in air. I could hear the clicking of tongues as I passed the jerk, the girls all glaring at me with murderous intent.

“He was just being nice prick.” A girl mumbled.

“You’re lucky enough he even talked to an emo like you.” Another added.

“Fucking ungrateful!” The last one insulted.

Ha! Ungrateful? Prick? Lucky? Those bitches didn’t know a damn thing. They didn’t know what that snake was capable of, they didn’t even know they’ve already succumbed to his venomous bite. But now as I sat in my seat, I knew I had already fallen into his trap, again. Everything same, everything new, but today everything old as I shivered in my wood stone desk, the scene from middle school replaying itself like a bad Michael Bay movie. A desk, a wimpy kid, and a Decepticon aiming to kill him, only thing missing were the explosions. With the final bell, class was to begin, not before the announcements were made greeting all this year’s freshmen. Soon the Pledge of Allegiance came on, everyone forced to stand up and repeat it, many of them lazily moving their mouth in unison with the orator’s voice. After a few more announcements that no one bothered listened too, the principal bid us a good day and then was the start of my new Hell … Yay.

 

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Mr. Jacobs introduced himself to the class as all teachers do on the first day. He told us a great deal about his hobbies, his family, and his college experience almost putting half of the students to sleep. I quivered in my desk, the girls now shooting angry scowls at me for insulting the “good will” of that beast a few seats ahead of me. Stephen enjoyed the attention he