Have you ever had the feeling that someone follows you? That feeling which causes chills and makes you throw up, that feeling that makes you think someone or something is watching you, follows every step and gest you made . Iwant to stop and run to the nearest trash can and puke all my breakfast , but since I'm such a lucky girl, it seems that my stomach does not want to work with me, again.

I kept going until I reached the bus stop, I turned suddenly and saw a man sitting behind me, watching me and i felt his eyes fixed on my forehead creating some holes in my head. I rubbed my forehead scared, but I had no holes. I breathed easier and I turned my attention to the I'm still waiting for the bus, at least to know how thepsychopath looks like . He was a middle-aged man, tall, with black hair and a beard, though you can notice some silver threads. I lifted my head to look more closely at him and what I saw shocked me. Green eyes. Sea green eyes. Sea green eyes just like mine. Same color. Exactly same ! I moved my atention back to his hair, also his hair has teh same shadow as ! This man looks to much like me, we have even the same shake of skin, sunkissed skin. ! FUCK! He fucking looks like me. No. I fucking look like him.

Oh my God! I need to leave immediately! It seems that God heard my prayers and the damn bus arived. I rushed to climb into it,passing amongst the grannies who came down from the bus and I sat near the window. I pressed my head on the cold glass , trying to catch my breath.

"May I sit here?" I turned my head in a second. My eyes get bigger, and my mouth stayed wide open. In front of me was the man who I tried to escape from.

"If you didn't close your mouth a fly will enter" I blushed and I mumbled a "sure". The man sat down with a loud bufff.

"You know, I noticed that you and I looked like a lot .I could not help but follow you"

"I thought you were a stalker"

' "Oh, sorry if I frightened you"I didn't replied. I turned my head and looked out the window.

"You know ... miss,may it means something that we are so... alike."

"I think it's just a coincidence."

"Maybe you're right, you know how it says: 'With the Fates, you never knew'"

"I do not know ..." I replied withso much venom that could make snake man sighed softly and ran his fingers through his hair

"Calm down ... unfortunately you will know soon." he sighed again and continue "Anyway, if we talk so much we should knoweach other names. My name is Poseidon."

I glared at this 'Poseidon' guy an a mocked tone I replied. "What? Your parents were maniacs after Greek mythology?". "Poseidon" ashamed moved in the chair. "You could say . .. What's your name?"

I rest my head on the window ,looking at the gum stuck on the my brain it was a bathe between to tell or do not tell him my name . The against reasons were pretty numerous . He was a was a freak. He was about 40 years. He scares the fucking hell out of was named Greek god.A really strange name, I heart about kids named Athena or Zeus, but Poseidon... too strange, and thhe list could go to tell reasons were represented only by one fact : he was a human , or at least I think so. With a deep sigh I turned my eyes, and i meet his. Green meet green. He was smiling at me like a child opening his Christmas's a big grin i said a ferm "Ï'm not going to tell you".I got up and got off the busand I entered school yard.