Dear Stranger
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Talking to a stranger can really be scary. I know that and I'm also aware of the consequence of doing that. But, I felt like its different than the stories that I heard. There's no fear or uncertainty while I am being lulled to comfort by someone.
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Dear Stranger Chapter Five
I lost sleep that night, the fight went on until the early hours of the morning and the stranger made sure that I entered my house safely before he walked home. I can't help but suppress a smile as I lay on my bed thinking about what just happened. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach and I let my pillow mute my squealing.my mind conjured his face, how it looks and how pretty he seems to be. My face couldn't help but turn red just by replaying our interaction again and again.The morning came and I still wasn't able to sleep yet I feel energized as I was preparing to start my morning, putting my school uniform on and tying my hair in my usual bun, I tried to make myself as pretty as possible, powdering my face diligently and carefully putting my lipgloss on before skipping towards the dining room.It was an absolute mess.The destruction of the fight was still evident in the room. The plates are all broken, the table overturn
Dear Stranger Chapter Four
I was in my room, studying when I heard the smashing of glasses downstairs once again. It didn't take me a lot of time to realize what was going on even though I jumped in surprise when I heard it. The screaming match took place once again and I tried so hard to ignore it. I fixated my eyes on my book, hoping the words from the pages would distract me from the going on, frustrated, I played loud music to cover their shrilling voices but they seem to match the tempo with their profanities which waste my efforts. They surely love disturbing the peaceful neighborhood. I can already hear the murmurs and the talks behind my back tomorrow since almost all of my classmates live in this area as well. Humiliation succumbed to me which made me pace around my room in worry, not knowing wha
Dear Stranger Chapter Three
He raised his eyebrows, surprised that I was talking to him. "How old are you? Are you living here? Where? I've never seen you before. Did you just move into the neighborhood? If yes, when? Where did you come from before moving here? Where are you studying, I mean, what school are you attending? Do you have any siblings? How many? What are you-" "Whoa! Whoa! Slow down." He interjected. "Why do I feel like I am being interrogated so early in the morning?" I pursed my lips before murmuring. "Sorry." He sighed. "Okay, first and foremost, I'm not going to say any details about me because you're a stranger and at the same time, I'm also a stranger to you." He said, a matter-of-factly. "Didn't your parents told you to not speak to stran
Dear Stranger Chapter Two
I was already huffing and puffing when I entered the campus' vicinity. The security guard situated by the entrance looked at me weirdly and looked at the clock hanging on the wall by his small office."You're way early today." He commented. "I just opened the gates""Yeah, sorry about that."He waved it off and finally gestured me to enter.My breathing was jagged and it took me a while to get it back to normal, making my way towards the girl's room to try and composed myself, checking my appearance once more. Walking towards the school hastily didn't help since I found my hair loosely tied, parts of my blouse untucked, and glistening sweat dripping on my face and neck.Sighing in ut
Dear Stranger Chapter One
Talking to a stranger can really be scary, I know that and I'm also aware of the consequence of doing that. But, I felt like its different, way different than the stories I heard. there's no fear or uncertainty while I am being lulled to comfort by that someone.This story starts when I was still a Sophomore in High School and known as a prim and proper lady. My mom trained me to be one since I was can remember and it stuck to me like glue. my hair will always be tied in a tight bun on my head without a single strand falling down my face, my school uniform should always be ironed without any visible creases and I have to make sure not to have any dirt on my shoes. I also have to watch my weight and figure to look pristine.I know it's not much of torture but along with that are the restrictions of my social groups as well. I
Dear Stranger Preface
Dear Stranger,How have you been? It's been a while since I met you. I am writing to let you know that I grow up from the person I was when we first talk. The excruciating transformation was painful but it was worth it.I wouldn't be able to know you or to meet you, to see the face again behind the comforting words given to me or written on the letters you sent me as I went through it.I cannot forget the things you did for me, to keep the secret you barely knew, and vowed to keep it to the grave. I trusted you more than all the people I grew up with.What a strange thing for me to do, right? Well, I'm a strange person anyway. doing something to add up on that growing list of all the weird things I did in life
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Dear Stranger by JMGasillaBarrios is a mystery thriller about dealing with people you do not know. A young sophomore girl lives a sheltered life thanks to her mother. She has routines to keep, and her circle of friends is limited to those her parents know. She grew up thinking it was dangerous to associate with strangers. However, a mysterious man comes to her rescue. She finds his presence comforting and begins seeking him. He also appears often. It is as if the man is watching and waiting for her. Is this only friendly camaraderie, or something sinister in the background is brewing?
