Hello, my name is Samantha, Sam for my parents, and Sammy for my friends. I was born in a small village, Stoke in Cornwall, England, in the year of 1985. I’m a normal girl, like everybody else, with people that like me and people that dislike a lot. But a I don’t care.
I have two sisters, Shirley and Stella. It’s funny my parents want us with names beginning with S, perhaps because of my mother to call Susan and father Steven. But the most curious is my best friend is named Sheila.
I was in primary school, secondary school and high school, like everyone else, I made friends and enemies, but never had good grades, never belonged to the group of "super-popular" class. My problems began when I entered the University, in Devon – the only that was more close – and I met a guy named Mark Lance. He was strange, he was very strange and was always looking at me, freaking guy, I thought. Oh, with whole this conversation about things around me I forgot to described myself, I am tall, redhead, and long hair and not overweight, I'm normal. Maybe it’s because of that that he was looked at me all the time, many guys said that I was beautiful, since the high school.
Well, let’s talk about my problems with Mark, who is this guy? Why is he looking at me? Oh know I’m in the book of Stephenie Meyer and he is vampire! – laughter – You’re pulling my leg if this was true! Now seriously, I’m curious about him, he is a pretty guy too.
We are almost at Christmas, and University already has their Christmas decorations. It was precisely on December 3, it all started. I saw Mark coming out of the University stride. It really seemed in a hurry, I needed to study for a test but because too much curious I went after him. He entered in a black car that waiting him and walked away, my curiosity was not fully satisfied, and then I returned to the library to study.
Later, after school, I saw him out of the same black car, I ignored him, which is not very easy for me but was too tired and just wanted to go home. Sheila had left earlier, so today I made the path alone. I realized was being followed by someone, but when I looked didn’t see anything. I was scared, accelerating my steps, walking home. I looked for a moment; it was Mark, which was behind me, with a stranger look. Finally I saw my home, I search the keys in my purse opened the door, and I breath of relief, I’m save now.
I have two sisters, Shirley and Stella. It’s funny my parents want us with names beginning with S, perhaps because of my mother to call Susan and father Steven. But the most curious is my best friend is named Sheila.
I was in primary school, secondary school and high school, like everyone else, I made friends and enemies, but never had good grades, never belonged to the group of "super-popular" class. My problems began when I entered the University, in Devon – the only that was more close – and I met a guy named Mark Lance. He was strange, he was very strange and was always looking at me, freaking guy, I thought. Oh, with whole this conversation about things around me I forgot to described myself, I am tall, redhead, and long hair and not overweight, I'm normal. Maybe it’s because of that that he was looked at me all the time, many guys said that I was beautiful, since the high school.
Well, let’s talk about my problems with Mark, who is this guy? Why is he looking at me? Oh know I’m in the book of Stephenie Meyer and he is vampire! – laughter – You’re pulling my leg if this was true! Now seriously, I’m curious about him, he is a pretty guy too.
We are almost at Christmas, and University already has their Christmas decorations. It was precisely on December 3, it all started. I saw Mark coming out of the University stride. It really seemed in a hurry, I needed to study for a test but because too much curious I went after him. He entered in a black car that waiting him and walked away, my curiosity was not fully satisfied, and then I returned to the library to study.
Later, after school, I saw him out of the same black car, I ignored him, which is not very easy for me but was too tired and just wanted to go home. Sheila had left earlier, so today I made the path alone. I realized was being followed by someone, but when I looked didn’t see anything. I was scared, accelerating my steps, walking home. I looked for a moment; it was Mark, which was behind me, with a stranger look. Finally I saw my home, I search the keys in my purse opened the door, and I breath of relief, I’m save now.
On that night, I dreamed he was right beside me and tell me saying to be careful with the Darken Devils because they went out there looking for me. He also spoke to use a magic wand to defend myself just in case of an attack, in dreams everything make us sense and has its logic, but when we woke up, we think: What kind of strange dream I've had? That was what happened to me, but in my case, I had a truly magic wand on my bedside table...
To be continued...
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