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FOLLOWING in the bitch's footsteps was the last thing I could ever see myself doing.
It felt like delibrately ignoring a conspiracy, like stepping on all the cracks on the pavement.
She never seemed to walk in a straight line, which was annoying as I felt like I was about to loose all functions in my knee caps, swaying back and fourth like a nutter.
But then again, I was in no place to complain. I'm not sure I'm even straight anymore.
She eventually stopped at an old office which used to be abandonned before she arrived and give it a purpose.
Bingo, her lair.
I pretended to look intrested in the notice board as I waited for her to leave her lair, checking my watch ever so often.
"Mr Denbrough" A voice abruptly interupted my spying causing me to fall over in shock. Because, you know that's the actions of the innocent.
"W-What- I wuh-wasn't..." I quickly stammered as I stood up, leaning against the wall and trying to recompose myself.
"I'm glad you seem very interested" The voice who turned out to be the drama teacher, Mr Maturin said and I widened my eyes.
"I'm s-sorry what?" I asked, raising my eyebrows and he smiled.
"The poster, I'm glad you seem interested" He said pointing to poster which I had been pretending to stare at: auditions for the school musical, Annie.
"Yeah c-can't wait" I lied, giving him a false smile.
"Hope to see you there" He said tapping my shoulder before wondering off inti the hallways, whistling.
I decided to relocate my stakeout post, leaning against the lockers instead. As the time increased I began to grow bored so I imagined myself as a detective in one of the Agatha Christie books I loved.
