Notebooks... with your name on each of them

Normally a backpack full of notebooks wouldn’t be that strange, but they’re at least six notebooks with your name and a year on the front. They went back about six years so it was around the time of your freshmen year at high school.

“What the fuck?” You said under your breath. You look around and quickly run to the bathroom. You needed to know what was in these notebooks. You opened the first notebook and begin to read.

September 30th, 2013

I think I met him, the one I’ve been looking for all my life. His name is Xander Gunther. Brown hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. I don’t think he noticed me yet. I will continue to write as I learn more.

You made sure to check the date. It differently said September 30. Did that cute asian girl go to school with you? That can’t be. If she did you would if at least noticed her. You skip ahead and continue to read.

October 16th, 2013

Xander Gunther seems to be average student. His best subject is math and his worst is history. He seems to draw when he is bored. He seems to draw women with big breasts. Will continue to observe.

You blushed. “She saw me doing that?”

November 10th, 2013

Xander is talking to a girl from the art class. He seems attracted to her and is contemplating joining her art class.

You remember that girl. Her name was Samantha and you two dated for almost a year before breaking up. Yes you did originally join art class because of her, but you ended up staying and going back every year.

As you continued to read to saw the scary amount of detail she put in. What started as a small paragraph or two started getting more and more detail. Listing of your friends, family, and interests.

As you continued you heard someone enter the bathroom causing me to jump. You quickly put the notebook away. You need to head back to your dorm.

You wait for the guy to leave before you leave the stall. You looked around to see if the coast was clear. It was already getting dark so you quickly ran for it.

But before you could get going, someone from behind you covers your mouth with a sweet smelling rag. Your vision began fade.