Okay, at the library again, my computer is across from 3 boys. The one across from me has long dishwasher blond hair, parted to the side. He has soft grey eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses, and probably the bushiest eyebrows since Groucho Marx. His name is Herschel. The one next to him is really annoyingly loud, but his name was never mentioned. The guy behind them is named, I think Brandon? He keeps asking Herschel to trade with him. They're on runescape, I can see Brandon's screen. He forgot his password, remembered it, then wanted to trade. Herschel and the annoyingly loud dude agreed he had to "earn it like we did."
They're all idiots. Less stalker mode today. Stll though, I think Herschel is onto me, so I'm gonna go.Just keep in mind that I'm doing this to practice writing not to stalk strangers, kapish?
2 comments:
Wow, evil stalker mode. That is really scary.I only ever stalk my parents (so I know when they talk about me). Being a library stalker could be fun. You could hide behind a computer, and make lists of the books that they look at. Binoculars would be completely necessary.
nah, I'm just looking at them from behind the computer.
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