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I sat chatting merrily with my cousin Samantha, mid afternoon in Florida. Sipping our mango tangerine smoothies at an outside mall table. Many people passed us by in the crowd, you'd think surely no one would pay mind to a couple of teenage girls in a busy shopping district amongst thousands, yet I was getting the idea that some less than most were giving us odd looks occasionally. We hardly dwelt on it, not even enough to mention verbally. But still the faint instincts lingered. It was unbeknownst to us that they were looking at someone near by, not us. Someone we really should not have been so close to...

I sipped my smoothie, and looked around. "What's up with these people, Sam? Its like they think we're aliens." I only mumbled a bit so she could hear me. But before she could even reply, something else caught my attention... "I don't really know, I say we just ignore them. Not like it matters what they're looking at." Her words only trailed passed my ears, by then I wasn't listening even to her, but had my eyes fixed on a strange character.

He seemed normal, just a bloke sitting at an outside table with his starbucks. But some part of him was blocked out of my mind, as if I could see what he looked like, but my mind refused to register his appearance.

It was like looking at a picture in the dark, I couldn't decide if it was a person, or just a silhouetted figure. Too distracted to even realized how strange it was that I was staring at an empty chair trying to devise wether not someone was sitting there or not, my mind almost shut off completely in half a second from trying too hard, either that, whoever, if anyone, that was there did not want me to see them. But I snapped out of it when my cousin shook my shoulder. "Huh, what?" Said I, as startled and confused as I was. "Hello? I've been trying to talk to you! What were you staring at anyways?" Sam exclaimed. I had to think for a moment to remember, I felt a tad delirious. "Oh.. I uhh, was just looking at that-" I cut myself short when I looked over at the chair, and there was certainly no one sitting in it, I didn't even get the weird feeling I had before. "...Guy.. Never mind, I guess he's gone." I said in a mumble, still feeling confused. "There was never anyone over there silly. Now come on, I want to go look at outfits before the sale is over." She coaxed me out of my chair. Willingly I followed her, and tried to forget the weird person I may or may not have seen. But still I wondered what it may have been...

Later that night, I got home at around midnight. The day really hadn't been very strait forward. After we left the mall with about half a dozen new outfits each in our arms, we headed for the theater to watch some weird new apocalypse movie with aliens and stuff. Honestly those kinds of movies never really interested either of us, but Samantha was into aliens and extra terrestrial stuff like that, and I respect her opinion, wether I believe in aliens or not.

But the movie would have been more enjoyable, if enjoyable at all, if I had not felt sick half way through the movie from all the unhealthy concessions. My stomach never really could handle all that popcorn, soda, and nauseating 3D put together. I've hated my weak stomach since third grade, and I was reminded of it when I lost my lunch in a public bathroom.

And after that little affair, we went to her house, and got in the hot tub. On any ordinary day, this would have been great fun, but something was nagging at the back of my mind that simply turned my mood upside down. I didn't really know what it was, but some how it seemed to be connected to whoever, or whatever I thought I had seen at the mall. I dare not tell anyone that I saw someone that was never there, they would just think I was crazy. And how could I possibly look it up online? I wouldn't know how to word the question, what to ask, or even what to be looking for.

Maybe I was crazy... or something. But unless this became a problem, I wasn't going to tell anyone. If I told Sam, she would either say I was crazy, or it was an alien. If I told my sister, she would say I was crazy, and needed a doctor. And I know neither an alien, a doctor, or an alien doctor were going to help me. But if an alien doctor did end up helping me, then I'd really be crazy.

Bzzzzzzz

I woke up the next morning to the sound of my cell phone buzzing on my night stand. Lazily I reached over to grab it, blindly feeling around for it when I accidentally knocked it off the edge, and ended up clumsily falling out of bed in an attempt to catch it, and pulling half of the covers down to the floor with me in a thump. "Argh," I moaned as I sat up, then proceeded to trip on the sheets wrapped around my legs. I threw my head up to scan my bedroom for viewing eyes. It took me half a second to realize no one else was in my room. My messy dark hair hung in front of my face. "...Good thing no one saw that." I mumbled to myself. "Mrrow!" I heard behind me. I turned around to see my orange tabby cat sitting on the windowsill watching me from her perch. I scowled at her. "Oh shut up little miss perfect," I scolded, and threw my pillow at her. Successfully causing her to fall off the windowsill. I grinned wryly at this.

Bzzzzz

My phone buzzed again, reminding me of why I fell in the first place. Quickly I stumbled back over to my bed, and reached under it to retrieve my phone.

"Hello?"

I answered trying to sound normal as I sat in a heap of pillows, blankets and other various junk on my floor.

"Hey there sunshine, I was just calling to remind you about the party tonight."

The voice of my overly organized boyfriend came through. "Oh yeah , that. I'm definitely gonna be there. When is it again?"

"Wow, someones out of it. Do you not remember that whole conversation we had about the timing of it all?" He said through a laugh. Sometimes I enjoyed making him laugh, other times it just bugged me. "Hey don't knock it. I woke up feeling like I had been drugged, so gimme a break." I said in my defense. "Drugged huh? Maybe you should see a doctor." At this simple comment I fell utterly and completely silent. Sometimes I just didn't understand our relationship, sometimes I'd just let it slip. But for some reason the irony of what he had just said made me mad.

"Hello? You still there?" He asked. But I hung up the phone.

"...If this continues, I'm going to shoot somebody."