I turn to my beside table and stare at the clock, which reads 2:04, the colon blinking to seperate the minutes from hours. I close my eyes, but know it's a useless attempt and I'm not going to get any sleep tonight. My mind is a whirlwind of thoughts that I just can't put aside. The events of today bother me, make me sad. I question myself; Will I ever be as good as Blake?

As I lay there with my eyes closed, every noise becomes magnified so even the smallest sound can be heard. A car drives down my street, the sound of the motor flooding my ear drums. But what happens next is much more peculiar. I listen as the motor slows until it comes to a complete stop. Curious, I sit up and look at the window, which is covered with blinds.

With the time now being 2:08, most reasonable people including myself wouldn't get out of their warm sheets to look out the window. So instead, I try something that a normal person wouldn't do. Staring at the blinds, I command them with my thoughts to move so I can see out the window. I think I notice the blinds beginning to move, but I dismiss that thought. Yet, the thought still nags me, and I'm taken aback when the blind moves completely away from the window. I'm so surprised that I let go of my hold over the blind and it falls back into place.

I try again, successfully doing it faster and with more ease than before. In the darkness, I can see a car sitting across the road from my house. I can't determine the colour or type, but I know it's not the neighbours car, which is a large SUV since they have multiple kids. If I look hard enough, I think I can almost see someone in the car, looking right up at my window. I let go of the blinds, breathing heavily. I turn over and command my door closed, then shut my eyes and hope for sleep.

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The sound of my alarm clock wakes me up at 7 am sharp, as per usual. I'm very groggy, as I only got four hours of sleep last night. Forcing myself to get out of my warm, cozy sheets, I walk up to the window and open the blinds. The car I saw last night is no longer there. 'Maybe it was just a dream,' I think to myself as I continue to get ready for school.

By 7:55 I'm out the door, walking to school. But as I walk, I have a strange, chilled feeling, almost as though someone is watching me. I continue to walk, but stay weary of my surroundings. As I cross the street to get to my school, I notice a small black car, with a person in it, staring dead on at me, following my every movement with his eyes. I pretend not to notice him, but pick up my pace and try to get into the school to seek refuge from my spy, hoping that the 'spy' part is just my over-active imagination.