Morning

I woke up and it smelled like smoke coming from the kitchen. It must be my mom trying to cook again. Let me tell you, it would be safer if we lived with a tiger than having to eat one of my mom's food. Of course, I try to encourage her but doing that is making my stomach suffer. I once gave my food that my mom prepared for me to my friend, Kayla and a week later she was in the hospital with food poisoning. She doesn't talk to me anymore. Bummer. I'm telling you, it's deadly.

I walked into the kitchen to see that smoke was coming from the pot on the stove and the smoke alarm was going off. I ran in and tried to help as best as I could, but it later led to no breakfast and my favorite pajamas ruined. Since I had eaten no breakfast, I headed to a close by diner and ate my breakfast there. I had pancakes, eggs and a water I packed in my bag. The food was delicious, and I left a tip and when I was about to leave a guy smiled at me and I wanted to be nice and smile back, so I did. I took the bus to my school and met my friends there. We were all excited because we were starting our junior year.

We walked into school and everyone was just smiling and saying hi to me. If you didn't realize by now, I was popular, and I tried my best to friends with everyone but sometimes I wish I weren't popular. The only reason why I'm popular is because my dad is a big shot superstar, and everyone just liked me because of it. My personality didn't matter, just who my father is. Sometimes I wish that I could read minds to see who genuinely wants to be friends with me and who just likes me because of my father being a superstar. Even my teachers treated me differently and had an expectation of me becoming great like my father. It was just annoying.

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It's was a boring day, but school was finally over. My friends and I disbanded, and I waited for the bus. As I walked to the bus stop, I could have sworn that I saw the guy from the diner watching me from his car but maybe I could be wrong. I walked home and saw a car following me. I walked faster and began to run. I ran inside and locked the doors. Maybe I was thinking things and it's all in my head. I began to hear a knock on the door repeatedly and I asked who was there but no answer. The knock became louder and more frequent.

What if it's the same person? What do I do?

***********Knock, Knock************

OPEN UP!