There was a strange man with a black hoodie outside my math class
window. It was last period, and the bell would ring any second now.
5...4...3...2...1...DING DING DING! I ran out of the room to my
locker. I got all my junk out of my messy locker and went to talk
to my best friend about the creepy stalker dude. "Harper!" I
yelled. "Hey Bethany bear, what's up?" Harper asked. "There was
this stalker dude outside earlier- he is so freaking me out!"
Harper looked worried, I had to walk home, and she took the bus.
"You want a ride?" she asked. "Nope, I'll just stay out of his
way." "O-kay, but not my fault if you get kidnapped." Harper said
in a sing-song voice. "Bye." By the time I got my trumpet, most
people had left. All except one. I shuffled outside, trying to stay
unnoticed. Then I heard a ruffling noise coming from the bushes! I
started to run, faster and faster, until suddenly the black hoodie
dude popped out of nowhere! "STALKER!" I shrieked. Then I said a
couple of words I'm not gonna repeat. I screamed and kicked,
whacked him with my trumpet case and screamed "HELP!" about ten
million times, but no one came for me. He rolled me around, trying
to put me in some sort of bag, and he managed to tie me up. I was
dead. I shifted to last resort mode- I stood up, threw myself at
him. I broke his leg, and he couldn't stand up. I walked home-
ropes and all.
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