This is my story.

My name is Sarah. I’m sixteen and I’m a bit weird but that’s not how this story goes. It’s about a boy and a girl. Ya I know “not another romance novel” but hey hear me out it’s not just romance there’s action and adventure. Don’t believe me then keep reading.

It all started with a new kid in school. His name was Ryan. He wasn’t like any other guy in school. He didn’t play sports or student council. He was normal. Or so I thought.

I’ll take you to the very beginning. The date was Monday October 20,1999. I woke up that morning like every other. Brush my teeth, eat, you know the whole morning routine. But when I go downstairs there was a boy in our living room.

I didn’t know who he was or where he came from. All I knew is he’s kinda cute. He had brown hair and brown eyes with the best olive skin in the world. So I don’t really mind. My parents say there going on a work trip for 3 months so he was here to watch my siblings and I. I didn’t mind of course.

It’s seems odd though. Leaving a stranger you never met in your house for 3 months. Hell I don’t even know his name. But I didn’t care at that time. I was a junior in high school. Also he’s way out of my league.

The day my parents left, that’s when things got weird. I kept finding him in my room and constantly starring at me at school. He was a senior only eighteen. He had girls lining up for him. The thing is. I’ve never seen him before at our school.

So now mysteriously a regular student that’s been there for three years and in three of my classes. It seems odd. I’ve never seen or heard of him until now. Seems like I’m going paranoid right. But I know I’m not. All my friends seem like they’ve known him forever, and I’m the only one that hasn’t. I know when something is going on and if there’s something not.

The first night he stayed with us I heard him leave the house. I know, “how do I know,” I know my younger brother and sister was asleep and I know he was the only person downstairs in the spare bedroom. The fact that I honestly know it was him was when I heard the silent alarm go off on my phone. I had to disarm it. I looked downstairs and couldn’t find him. Only the front door open with water footprints heading outside.

So I followed them, I swear I thought I was gonna find a ***** hot guy out in the woods of my backyard. Honestly I think I was hoping for that. It seems like that would be the most normal thing from this guy. But no, I caught up with him enough that I could see him but he couldn’t see me. So I followed him. To what I thought was the “perfect murder”.