The Watcher

 

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Chapter 1: still

 Camping has always been a passion of mine, no showers, no lights, getting eaten alive by bugs and a cold hard floor. Actually I hate camping. But it's not the bugs that bother me or the trees that creak over head. It's the feeling of being watched. Not a far away feeling, but a prickly falling sensation in my stomach that says it's behind me. I've seen a lot of horror movies and every time the monster is behind you. I'm not a paranoid type of person, but I can be cautious with my surroundings. This was not a natural vacation. If you think about it, vacation kind of sounds like vaccine. I quick jab and then sent back into the world, hoping you won't get sick. Mum and dad say I'm a wanderer, in my head and outside but I think I'm focused. If I wasn't focused I wouldn't be able to stay on track with pitching my tent or shooting marbles with friends. If I had any. 

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