I was walking home from school, something that I had done hundreds of times before, and many times alone. I was about fifteen years old, or just shy of being sixteen. I remember that I was wearing my favourite black flared jeans, a blue peasant blouse, waiting to cross the busy highway and walk down the street that led to the subdivision where I lived.
I had done this so many times before.
As I waited to cross the street, I made eye contact with a man who was driving by. Not for any reason in particular, our eyes just happened to meet as I looked across the street. He was older than me, but not by much. Maybe in his early twenties. He wore a white ball cap, backwards, and drove a black Sunfire (or something like it). I don’t know what possessed me to keep watching him, maybe…
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