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Mar 2013
His dark silver eyes glance over at me from across the room,

bearing into my soul, stripping me with his mind.

I feel his eyes scan my body, and I fold my hands

over my chest, feeling violated from the intesity of his gaze.

His jet black hair falls to his forehead, grazing the skin

of his upper eyelids. I can see him sneaking glances

at me from time to time and I cringe. Goosebumps

rose to my pale skin as if from the chilly air.

Once the bell rings, I grab my binder,

along with my notebook and lined paper,

and shove them deep into my bag.

I sling it over my shoulder and began walking at a

rough pace. Students crowd the hallways,

pressing into me from all sides. I feel small in comparison.

Not looking back, I continue to my destination

out through the school doors, but before I had the chance

to reach them, a cold, bony hand latches onto my arm.

He leans into me, his pale lips grazing against my earlobe.

I'm always watching, he whispers,

a cold huff of air sending shivers down my spine,

making my bright blue eyes turn icy.

He drops his frail fingers away from his grasp

and walks off, out into the frosty winter day.
ashley
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ashley  the beach ☼
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