Let me tell you a bit about myself, I promise it is relevant. My name is Cecelia, I am a local photographer at the age of fifteen for the local Detroit bands. I go to many concerts and such, trying to get experience and become well known. There was this one day last summer in July. I was fourteen at the time, and excited for the main teenage event of the season, Vans Warped Tour. Now, most people don't go at the age of fourteen, but rather much older due to drugs, violence, and such. I had the privelege of obtaining backstage passes. While waiting in line for willcall, there was this girl behind me who asked if I had the time and if I knew what time this one band played. I talked to her for at most a minute, but when I went to compliment her on her shoes and ask her another question, she had left. Not thinking much more of it, I continued on my way, carrying on my means and such. Not long after the day had ended, the girl and I had caught up again. I was sitting along the fence waiting for my ride when she came up to me again. She once more asked for the time. I gave it to her and she piled into a white van with some other girls and guys.
Fast forward to October 29th- I was at my kid sister's eigth birthday at CJ Barrymores, minding my own business when a girl comes up behind me to compliment me on my shoes. I look down to see a familiar pair of Chucks, blue, just like this one girl at Warped. She asked if I knew her, and I said I vaguely remember her, even though I recognized her clear as day- septum piercing, mixed skin, big dyed hair, six left piercings in the ear, five on the right. She had a bandana on her wrist like a bracelet as well. We talked for no more than ten minutes of nonsense bands we liked and such. She left again before we could exchange names and numbers.
November 9, 2011-
I was at WWIII tour in Plymouth, MI for Asking Alexandria. My friend and I were covering this event on our personal time, even though it was a good three hours distance. Anyway, I ended up seeing multiple people that I knew, as well as Converse girl. She came up to me and asked how I was. The only difference was she knew my name. Before I could say anything else, she was once again gone.
November 21, 2011-
Due to the up and coming holiday break, I have been doing an extensive amount of extra homework. In order to stay ahead, I went to the Macomb Library to study. As I was deep in concentration, the girl came up on the other side of me and asked how I was. My mom asked who I was talking to, but there was nobody there.
I've never been more scared in my life.