My sneakers barely make a sound as I tread my way toward the main campus of Iridescent College, the one I just graduated at. Now I just gotta worry about the work I gotta do for becoming a policeman- The hairs on the back of my neck prickle as I sense someones presence behind me. Someone is following me. Panic flickers through me like a light. My steps become a little faster. Should I call my bsf? Text? No that'd be suspicious. The stalker can't kill me here right? Oh god, oh god. (Continue)
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