At first I don’t notice you at the bus stop. But then I see you staring at me. Who are you? I glance over my shoulder to see if you’re looking at someone behind me, but no-one’s there. Your dark, beady eyes bore into me, and I feel naked. Fear crawls over me, and adrenaline surges into my system like a drug. Please, bus, someone, come! I tighten the hold on my bag and get ready to scream. My body prepares for fight or flight. And then you say excitedly: “Katie? How are you? We were at Primary school together?”
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