OLSONfic

Paranoia By: Mac Olson In class, she sits uncomfortably, knowing that he is sitting a few seats behind her. She can feel his gaze on the back of her neck; she knows he’s watching. Shivers travel through her spine. She keeps her head perfectly straight, trying to concentrate on the professor; in fear that she will catch sight of him from the corner of her eye. Five minutes till class is over but it feels like hours. She starts to sweat, too anxious to get out. She feels locked in but she tries to wait as patiently as possible so she doesn’t get noticed. One minute left. //Okay…// She walks quickly yet not too quickly out of the doors in the direction of her dorm. She hears other students push the doors open to leave, starting conversations with their friends as they walk, but then she hears the door open and silent footsteps behind her, and she knows it’s him. She picks up her pace a little faster. He is still following. She continues across the street and she can see her dorm building. She fights her legs to keep from sprinting all the way to it and dropping all her books on the way. She hears him still and he’s gaining on her. Her heart pounds as she looks for an alternative to get away. He’s right behind and she takes a step to begin her getaway.  “Hey sweety.” Kari jumps away and yelps as Frank attempts to put his arm around her. “Oh!” she gasps. “Haha. Jeez. What a reaction. I scare ya?” Frank jokes but is weirded out for a couple seconds, but the thought is passed shortly after. Kari takes a deep breath and tries to calm down. “Uh… yeah, I guess you did, hu?” Kari said attempting to make it sound casual. “So anyways, now that you pissed your pants, I was thinking for our six month anniversary, we could take a trip to Chicago for the weekend. How’s that sound?” “Oh, yeah. That’s fine. I need a break from here anyways. Let’s do it.” Kari said in relief to get out of this place that was making her crazy. They continued to walk to her dorm. Even with Frank’s arm around her, she didn’t feel safe. She knew he was still watching…  In the morning she woke and was happy she didn’t have class that day so she didn’t have to see //him.// She decided to go on a run to clear her head. She thought about what her plan was; she couldn’t keep dealing with this creep forever. She didn’t want to tell Frank because he would either think she was just being dramatic, or he would want to kill the guy. She was completely torn at what she would do. She wasn’t even sure what she wanted to do. All she knew was that she wished the guy would just disappear. She stopped thinking and just started to run, Faster and faster. She felt good; free and alone for once. But little did she know her temporary moment of joy would soon be drained.  There he was, standing behind a car in the parking lot. She quickly turned and sprinted back home. It was clear that he wasn’t ever going to leave her alone. She then knew what she had to do… Kill him. <span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"> <span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"> <span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"> <span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"> <span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"> <span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"> <span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"> <span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"> <span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"> <span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"> <span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"> <span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"> <span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"> <span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"> <span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"> <span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"> <span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"> <span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"> <span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"> <span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">The genre I chose was horror. It wasn’t long enough to be able to add any other type of genre such as romance, even though my main character had a boyfriend. <span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"> <span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Over the two weeks of working on this story, I used time in class to write as well as at home. I was stuck in some places so I would write a lot but then re-read and didn’t like it, so I would delete most of what I wrote. This was a waste of time because I deleted a lot of the story and it ended up only being two pages, which was an upset and not what I planned to have done. <span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"> <span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">My struggle with this paper was the plot. I didn’t really have one at the beginning and I just kept writing as it came to me. If I were to re-do it, I would have laid out my plot first before I started writing so I would know where I was headed with the story. <span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"> <span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">My success with this story was the detail of how creepy the guy was; especially the first scene in her class. I thought I made it realistic. I feel that I got the reader to feel how nervous she was. I also gave the paranoia effect of how she was always worried about the “creep” being around or watching her.