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He was a blond boy about my age. Called himself Zackery. At the time, I had been in New Orleans about four months; in total it had been six months since I woke up that April morning in Atlanta with no memories. Anyway, I was in school, as I said, life went on in New Orleans. There were about thirty kids in my class already the day he walked in. The new boy, Zackery. No one really paid him much attention, because our class was big enough already, and he didn't pay us any attention. At recess that day, he sat on the steps of the school by himself. To me, he seemed out of place, like he belonged elsewhere.
That day, I was playing basketball with a few others when I got this feeling that I was being watched. I turned and saw Zackery watching us, so I invited him to play. He quickly declined the offer and turned away to watch some of the younger kids play in the sandbox, so I figured he was just scooping out the playground or something. But then I felt his eyes on me again. Whenever I looked at him, he was always looking the other way, but I felt his eyes on me. It gave me the creeps, so after school, I stopped him.
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He was a blond boy about my age. Called himself Zackery. At the time, I had been in New Orleans about four months; in total it had been six months since I woke up that April morning in Atlanta with no memories. Anyway, I was in school, as I said, life went on in New Orleans. There were about thirty kids in my class already the day he walked in. The new boy, Zackery. No one really paid him much attention, because our class was big enough already, and he didn't pay us any attention. At recess that day, he sat on the steps of the school by himself. To me, he seemed out of place, like he belonged elsewhere.
That day, I was playing basketball with a few others when I got this feeling that I was being watched. I turned and saw Zackery watching us, so I invited him to play. He quickly declined the offer and turned away to watch some of the younger kids play in the sandbox, so I figured he was just scooping out the playground or something. But then I felt his eyes on me again. Whenever I looked at him, he was always looking the other way, but I felt his eyes on me. It gave me the creeps, so after school, I stopped him.
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