The Stalker

The bus driver pulled up to my stop and I got out. Stepping right in a puddle of water. Perfect. These types of things always happened to me. I looked down at my drenched shoes. The ripples it caused in the puddle made it seem like my reflection was laughing.

"Finding this funny?" I asked and subsequently realised I was talking to a pool of water.

Shaking it off, I went inside. I was there about half an hour before I was supposed to be and had a key. I opened up and went inside. Taking advantage of my over punctuality, I logged on to my blog account from the store computer and typed the stories about Moira that I was 'publishing' through the blog. That's why Adam asked for the latest blogbuster. He combined blog and blockbuster, creating a new word just for my blog. I replied, "When I get a minute alone," because I was secretly using the store's computer. I couldn't afford the internet on my own and why should I? There was a perfectly good and able computer right here.