The Girl Next Door - 1

The Girl Next Door - 1

The Girl Next Door

- Chapter 1: The Innocent Stalker –

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Apparently, having nothing to do in between school and sleep causes Sam Holden’s brain to go on patrol. Not interested in video games or TV, he wanders around his house aimlessly, everyday. All day. Until something interesting moved into the abandoned house next door. A girl named Bailey Simmons. From then on, Sam enjoyed every day’s patrol. This is his story…

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I don’t MEAN to spy on her, but her actions cause it. Windows are splayed all around her house, across from mine almost exactly. Her bedroom window happens to be in the same EXACT place as mine, so I can see directly into it. Mind you, I do give her privacy. I’m not some pervert who spies as a girl is changing. I'm only 17. Shut up. I know guys my age do the same, but I'm not like that? Ok? Ok.

I have noticed one thing about his girl. She is very… Random. I mean. RAN-DOM. I never get bored watching her. Like this one time, I caught her in her kitchen, dancing around in pajamas; to some trance music that she had so loud that I could understand the words in my house. I’m still surprised that my Mom doesn’t complain about it.

From my observations, this girl is about my age. There’s no way she could be older than 18, she doesn’t have the figure of an adult. She had real short red hair with a single black strip in it. I can’t tell what color her eyes are yet. I don’t even WANT to get that close to see them. Yet… I also know that she likes Japanese anime. I see figures and posters all the time when I pass her living room window. Hey, mine is right across from here. Mere coincidence. Oh hey! She’s back from school…

What… What is she doing. Ok seriously. Listen to this.

She’s in her kitchen, of course. Music cranked… Some Japanese stuff I don’t know, dancing again. This time she’s got a red expo marker. And… Writing on her refrigerator? Why is she writing on her refrigerator with a... Oh. I get it. It’s erasable. Duh Sam. Now, let’s see if I can see what she wrote…

Something about trash bags…

Um yeah. I won’t ask. Like I said, she is really random. I just hope she doesn’t catch me.

I also figured out that she is in college. Her desk has stacks of complicated looking books on them. Stuff like child care and finance. I’ll take a guess that she likes kids. She seems to have a lot of them over her house, and she lives by herself. Did I mention that? No. Probably not.

Ah. She shut her music off. Oh. That’s why. There’s someone at her door. It’s a girl, long hair… Oh. She’s leaving. Damn. There goes my entertainment for the day. Might as well go sleep…

- End Chapter 1 -