Mistaken Identity

I could feel someone's eyes on me as I walk on Fifth Avenue. It was weird, every time I look around I saw a man with shades on his face. He was wearing jeans and a plaid T-shirt. Each time I turned around he had a newspaper in his hands. I know he was following me and it was making me upset.

I hate people staring at me and I hate unwanted attention.

Why would someone even want to follow me?

I am just an assistant secretary, nothing big.

I walk a few more steps and then look over my shoulder to see if he was still behind me and he was. Goddammit! Why can't he leave me alone? I don't know if I should be worried or irritated that a stranger was following closely behind me in shades. That's how most murders start on TV but this wasn't TV, this is real life. New York city is a very big place. I don't really know if he's following me. Maybe he was just going in the same direction but why were a sunglass and have a newspaper.

I start  thinking about it. Each moment he was reading a newspaper but he wasn't moving, he stops each time I stop. He is definitely following me.

I turned on my heel and walked straight up to him, stopping in front of him. I snatched the newspaper he was pretending to read right out of his hand. He seems surprised at my action but I knew he was following me, no doubt.

"Why are you following me?" He opens his mouth to say something but I cut him off by raising my hands. "Don't give me crap, I know you're following me. What do you want?" I demand as I look at him in eye or shades since his eyes weren't visible. I wish I could look in his eyes to see his reaction. The eye is the window of all things and this man window wasn't open. I look up and down at him trying to make out his body posture.

He is tall, probably 6'2, well-shaved, his cheeks browns were wonderfully shaped. His lips were slightly pink. His dark hair swept across his forehead. He has a mysterious look about him.

"People always say looks are everything, but I guess looks can be deceiving," my stalker said. I had the need to slap him in the head. How dare he insult me! He doesn't know anything about me. 

looking at the mysterious man

Who is he?

he following

not like, I want to find out anyways. The fewer persons in my life the better my

my stalker and then said "Look, I don't know you and I don't want to. So do me a favor and stop stalking me, before I

"Calling the police won't help you in this decision. The police

at him

never done anything illegal before." I lied. In teen years, I did a lot of things illegal one of which was getting a fake ID but it

you've done something more than illegal."

than doing something illegally?" I queried. I don't remember doing anything bad, just a normal teen enjoying

innocent. You know what

my head and turn around and beginning my journey to the train station, which was my original goal. I am not going to let him waste my time if he isn't willing on being straightforward, he was beating around

my attention immediately. I sprung around to look at my stalker, Ready

Kalliyah Bisson, why don't you go look somewhere else for your mistress," I shout

why

older men, old enough to be our father. She is the popular one, I was the nerd. She's a model, I'm a secretary. She is rich, I'm poor. Yes, we are indeed opposites. If we weren't identical twins, no one would even guess we were related, well no one still doesn't know and know one will ever know. Alliyah and I now belong to two different worlds. Alliyah