February 1, 2005
When I first heard her name, I had no choice but to follow her. Immediately I felt like a criminal, a stalker, but it wasn't like that. No, not really. I was simply entranced by a name not by anything perverted, not like those freaks that you hear of on the news every once in awhile who stalk and stalk and then flash their willies at you and run. All the same, I knew what I was doing was wrong, there was just no stopping myself. Her name, etched in the color of daisies on her uniform, begged me forward.