well...
I'm being followed. What it is and why it's doing this, I do not know. It haunts me then, at the most calmest of moments, it jumps up and fills my head with misery. It's almost like my father the 2nd.All it does is destroy my calmness. I raced down to my room, hoping to find out something about it, for the, what was it again, oh yeah, 87th time.
knock knock
Before opening the door i knew who it was, the bird(no offence to me).
"What?" I monotoned.
"Err R-R-Raven?"Robin stammered.
"What?" I replied.
He entered."I, umm need to tell you something."
"What?" I said, hopefully for the last time
"I...you...love..."
"What?"I repeated again.
"I love what you did to the wall downstairs!"he quickly added, then shot out of my room.
I think he outspeeded the Robin itself. I needed to know what he meant so I decided to investigate for myself. I teleported to the island of wich the titans tower was on. When I got there my eyes were closed. It had taken an unuasally long time. When I found enough energy to open them, I saw a truly disturbing sight. On the wall, in great big capitals, it said:
i luv u robin
luv rae!
Immediatly I knew who had done it. Well not who but what. I quickly re-arranged the bricks so that no-one could see what it actually had said. It was more like:ial rob invuuu are! While teleporting back to my room I made a name for my poltergeist. C.A.R.M.P.. C is for calmness wich it destroys. A is for activity of. M is for madness and P is for poltergeist. You might think I missed out the R but no thats just my least favourite so I'm going to mention it last. R stands for Robin. This is only because it has become obvious it knows my feelings for Robin. WHAT AM I SAYING? I have no feelings for Robin. Why am I thinking this anyway?
When I asked myself this question I realized I was in Robins room. Stop mentioning his name, I thought to myself. I could hear him coming, so I made the decision to hide, and I did. I raced to his closet and closed it on myself. He came in. I peeked at him from a tiny crack between the closet door and the wall. He came up to the closet door. He stood and stared at what seemed like me. I paniced. What if he was looking at me. What if he knew I was there? What if he was just standing there to torture me, to annoy me, to actually make me panic. All this and thousands of more questions circled in my head and made beads of sweat evolve from my skin. He made a move. Lifted an eyebrow. He looked around his very own neat, tidy and normal bedroom. Then he stopped. He started to stare at me again.(well as I said before what seemed like he was staring at me.) Then he made his move. He reached out and opened his closet's door.