PART 1:

Lila was having a bad day. She had spilled coffee on

her shirt, missed the bus, and forgotten her

homework. She was feeling miserable as she walked

into her math class, hoping to avoid any more

trouble.

She took her seat and opened her notebook, only to

find a folded piece of paper inside. She frowned

wondering who had put it there. She unfolded it and

read the message:

Hi Lila,

I know you don't know me, but I've been admiring you

from afar for a long time. You are the most beautiful

and smart girl in the school, and I wish I had the

courage to talk to you. But I'm too shy and afraid of

rejection. So I decided to write you this note instead.

I hope you don't mind me saying this, but I think you

are perfect for me. We have so much in common, and

I feel a connection with you that I can't explain. You

make me happy whenever I see you smile, and you

inspire me to be a better person.

I don't expect you to feel the same way, but I wanted

to let you know how I feel. Maybe someday we can

meet and get to know each other better. Until then,

please accept this token of my affection.

Yours sincerely,

Your secret admirer

Lila gasped as she finished reading the note. She felt

a surge of emotions: surprise, curiosity, confusion

and excitement. Who could have written this? How

did they know so much about her? And what did they

mean by a token of their affection?

She looked around the classroom, trying to spot any

clues. She saw the usual faces of her classmates

some bored, some attentive, some chatting with

their friends. None of them seemed to pay any

attention to her or the note.

She felt a slight weight in her hand and realized there

was something else inside the paper. She opened it

again and found a small silver necklace with a heart-

shaped pendant. It was simple but elegant, and it

sparkled in the light.

She stared at it in awe, wondering who had given it

to her. She felt a warm sensation in her chest, and a

smile crept on her lips. She didn't know who they

were, but they had made her day

She put the necklace around her neck and tucked the

note in her pocket. She decided to keep it a secret

for now, until she could figure out who her

mysterious admirer was.

She looked at the clock and saw that the class was

about to start. She closed her notebook and

prepared to listen to the teacher.

But in her mind, she was already dreaming of the

person who had written her the most romantic note

she had ever received.

PART 2:

Lila spent the rest of the day in a daze, thinking

about the note and the necklace. She wondered who

could have written it, and why they had chosen her.

She felt flattered and curious, but also nervous anc

confused. She had never received such a romantic

gesture before, and she didn't know how to react.

She tried to recall if she had noticed anyone acting

differently around her lately. She thought of her

friends, her classmates, her teachers, even her

neighbors. But none of them seemed to fit the profile

of her secret admirer. They were either too familiar,

too distant, or too unlikely to be interested in her.

She wished she had a clue, a hint, a sign. Something

that would help her narrow down the possibilities

and find out who they were. She wanted to thank

them for their kindness, and maybe get to know

them better. She felt a strange attraction to them

even though she had never seen their face or heard

their voice.

She decided to keep the note and the necklace as

her personal treasures, and not tell anyone about

them. She was afraid that someone might laugh at

her, or try to take them away from her. She felt that

they were special, and that they belonged only to her

and her admirer.

She went home after school and locked herself in

her room. She took out the note and read it again,

feeling a warm glow in her heart. She touched then ecklace and felt its smooth surface. She looked at

herself in the mirror and imagined how it would look

on her admirer's neck.

She smiled and sighed, hoping that someday she

would meet them and discover their identity

But little did she know that someone was watching

her from outside her window, with a pair of

binoculars and a camera.

Someone who knew everything about her.

Someone who was obsessed with her.

Someone who was not her admirer, but her stalker.

PART 3:

Lila woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and

nappy. She had dreamed of her admirer, and they

had met in a beautiful garden. They had talked for

hours, and she had felt a strong connection with

them. They had kissed under a cherry blossom tree

and she had felt a surge of love and joy

She opened her eyes and reached for her phone. She wanted to check if she had received any messages

from them. Maybe they had decided to reveal

themselves, or at least give her another clue

She unlocked her phone and opened her messages

app. She saw that she had one unread message

from an unknown number. She felt a flutter in her

stomach and opened it.

It was a picture of her sleeping in her bed, taken

from outside her window.

She screamed and dropped her phone. She jumped

out of her bed and ran to the window. She pulled the

curtains and looked outside. She saw no one, only

the empty street and the morning sun.

She felt a chill run down her spine and a knot in her

throat. She picked up her phone and looked at the

picture again. It was clearly her, in her pajamas, with

ner hair spread on the pillow. She could see the note

and the necklace on her nightstand, next to a lamp

and a book

She felt violated and terrified. Who had taken this

picture? How did they get her number? How long had

they been watching her?

She realized that it was not her admirer, but

someone else. Someone who was stalking her, and

who knew everything about her.

She felt a vibration in her hand and saw that she had

received another message from the same number.

It read:

Good morning, Lila.

I hope you slept well.

You look so beautiful when you sleep

Don't worry, I won't hurt you,

I just want to be with you.

Forever.

Your secret admirer

PART 4

Lila felt a surge of panic and disgust as she read the

message. She realized that she was in danger, and

that she had to act fast. She deleted the message

and blocked the number, hoping that it would stop

them from contacting her again

She grabbed her phone and ran to her parents' room.

She knocked on the door and shouted for them to

wake up. She told them what had happened, and

showed them the picture and the note

Her parents were shocked and angry. They hugged her and told her that they would protect her. They

called the police and reported the incident. They also

called the school and informed them of the situation.

They told Lila to pack her things and get ready to

eave. They decided to take her to her aunt's house in

another town, where she would be safe until they

caught the stalker. They told her not to worry, and

that everything would be okay.

Lila felt a mix of emotions: fear, sadness, anger, and

confusion. She wondered who was behind this, and

why they were doing this to her. She wondered if it

was someone she knew, or a complete stranger. She

wondered if they would ever find them, and if they

would ever leave her alone.

She packed her things and got ready to leave. She

took the note and the necklace with her, hoping that

they would help the police identify the stalker. She

also took a picture of them with her phone, just in

case.

She said goodbye to her house and her room, not

knowing when she would see them again. She got in

the car with her parents and drove away.

She looked out the window and saw the familiar

streets and buildings fade away. She felt a tear roll

down her cheek, and a lump in her throat.

She wished she had never received that note

But little did she know that it was not over yet

That someone was still following her.

Someone who was not willing to give up on her.

Someone who was not her admirer, but her stalker.

PART 5:

Lila arrived at her aunt's house after a long drive. She

was greeted by her aunt and her cousin, who were

happy to see her. They hugged her and welcomed

her to their home. They told her that they had

prepared a room for her, and that she could stay as

long as she needed

Lila thanked them and followed them to her room.

She saw that it was cozy and comfortable, with a

bed, a desk, a closet, and a window. She unpacked

her things and settled in. She felt a bit more relaxed

and safe, knowing that she was away from her

stalker.

She decided to call her friends and tell them what

had happened. She picked up her phone and dialed

their numbers. She hoped that they would answer

and support her.

She was disappointed when she heard their

voicemails. They were either busy, or not available, or not interested. She left them messages, asking them

to call her back. She wondered if they cared about

her, or if they had forgotten about her.

She felt lonely and sad. She wished she had

someone to talk to, someone who understood her

someone who loved her.

She remembered the note and the necklace. She

took them out of her pocket and looked at them. She

felt a pang of regret and confusion. She wondered if

they were from the same person who was stalking

ner, or from someone else. She wondered if they

were sincere, or fake

She decided to keep them as evidence, and not as

gifts. She put them in a drawer and locked it. She

hoped that the police would find the stalker soon,

and that they would tell her who they were.

She looked at the clock and saw that it was late. She

decided to go to bed and try to sleep. She hoped that

she would have better dreams than the night before

She turned off the light and closed her eyes

But little did she know that someone was still

watching her from outside her window, with a pair of

binoculars and a camera.

Someone who had followed her all the way from her

town.

Someone who had hacked into her phone and

listened to her messages.

Someone who was not happy with her decision.

Someone who was not her admirer, but her stalker.

PART 6:

Lila woke up the next morning feeling restless and

uneasy. She had dreamed of her stalker, and they

nad confronted her in her room. They had revealec

their face and their name, and they had confessec

their obsession with her. They had tried to grab her

and kiss her, but she had fought back and escaped

She opened her eyes and reached for her phone. She

vanted to check if she had received any messages

from her friends or the police. She hoped that they

had some good news for her.

She unlocked her phone and opened her messages

app. She saw that she had several unread messages

from different numbers. She felt a surge of hope and

opened them

She was horrified by what she saw.

They were all pictures of her, taken from different

angles and distances. They showed her sleeping, eating, showering, dressing, and doing other things

They were accompanied by creepy and threatening

messages, such as:

I love you, Lila,

You are mine, Lila

You can't run from me, Lila

You can't hide from me, Lila.

You will be with me, Lila.

Or else.

Lila screamed and dropped her phone. She jumped

but of her bed and ran to the door. She tried to oper

it, but it was locked. She banged on it and shouted

for help. She hoped that someone would hear her

and rescue her.

She heard a voice from outside the door. It was not

her aunt or her cousin or the police. It was someone

else. Someone she knew.

Someone who was not her admirer, but her stalker.

It was Jake

Jake was a boy from her school, who was in the

same math class as her. He was quiet and shy, and

always sat in the back of the room. He never talked

to anyone, except for the teacher. He always wore

glasses and a hoodie, and carried a backpack with

him.

Lila had never paid much attention to him, until he

had started to send her notes and gifts. She had

thought that he was sweet and harmless, until he

had turned out to be dangerous and obsessive

He had followed her home one day, and had seen

where she lived. He had hacked into her phone and

computer, and had accessed all her personal

information. He had installed cameras and

microphones in her house, and had watched and

listened to everything she did

He had written her the note and given her the

necklace, hoping that she would fall in love with him.

He had also taken the picture of her sleeping, hoping

that she would be impressed by his devotion,

But when he had seen that she had rejected his gifts

and moved away from him, he had snapped. He had

decided to take matters into his own hands, and

make her his by force

He had followed her to her aunt's house, and had

broken in while everyone was asleep. He had locked

nimself in her room with her, and had sent her the

pictures and messages to scare her.

He had planned to kidnap her and take her away with

him.

He said:

"Hello, Lila."

"I'm here for you."

"Don't be afraid."

"I love you."

"Let me in."