"Oh, Lets see. What do I need?" I stopped in the cracker aisle of my favorite grocery store and had one of the those, I know that I need something, but can't remember what it is moments. I bit my lip with contenplation and stared at a box of Ritz crackers and still it was blank, but damn, Ritz crackers and and Port Wine cheese sounded really good. I messed around in my pockets looking for my cell phone. I was about to go postal for not being able to find it. Then I realized I left it in my pocketbook. I rummaged thru it and HA! there it was beneath the wallet and past the bandaids. I felt victorious and rang my mom to see if she could remember anything. That was a big mistake. She rambled on and on. I wanted to choke the life out of her. One more year, I told myself, one more year of high school and I'm gone. She began hounding me about going to the local community college instead of going to Brown University. As my mother kept rambling on I thought to myself, "There is a college in Alaska right?"
"Mom, you can't think of anything we need. Because I'm not coming back out tonight. Its too cold." Thats when I saw him, just for a brief second out of the corner of my eye. He was really not to bad to look at, but I had the creepiest feeling about him. My mother kept saying "Liz, Lizzy, Elizabeth, are you listening to me?" I came back to life and nodded my answer and became annoyed with her voice. I shrugged my shoulders and then looked up and saw him again going out the door. He was tall with a long black coat on and black wavy hair. Our eyes met briefly, only briefly. They scared the hell out of me. He just made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. He looked away quickly and walked to his car. I zipped up my coat while still listening to the ramblings of my mother. As I got to the entrance of the store I tucked my chin into my coat to block out the bite of the cold air. It stung my cheeks and made my eyes water. I hussled to my Geo Metro and got into the rolling ice box. My mother finally said as I sat and started the car. "No sweetie, we don't need anything just come home." I said, "Bye" and hung up the phone. I backed out of my spot and saw the man again. I tried not to look at him, but I couldn't help it. He just gave me the creepiest feeling and I saw his eyes. They were black. They seemed so cold and his face had no expression. I quickly turned my head and hoped that he didn't see me. I headed to the right and headed home to Willow Lane. I shook all over at the thought the that guy just sitting there in his car staring at me. I knew I had to get home. I sped a little bit and just as I was turning off Main Street to go onto Willow Lane I saw his car behind mine and then I thought twice about going home. Something didn't feel right, but I just dismissed it. I shook my head and took in a deep breath because in about 2.2 I was about to listen to my mother talk about how boring her life is and how I'm so lucky to be young and that I take things for granted and which college to go to. And if she mentions me dating that Phil Scott guy again. I will kill her!
I finally made it to my driveway and pulled up next to my dad's truck and got out. I didn't even bother to look to see if that guy had followed me home. I just wanted to get inside, take a long hot shower and do my homework. But as I reached for the doorknob I did turn and looked and saw his tail lights go up the street and turn to the left. I shook my head to get rid of the mans face and took in a deep breath and walked in the house so I could to be tortured by my mother.