So I was 5th grade, and I was pretty much one of those kids that knew everyone in the entire school. So there was this one kid who had this huge crush on me,( we’ll call him Mark to keep his name off the internet) His crush was kinda simple like probably anybody else. Whenever I sat at my desk, I would always find love letters stuffed in my desk, and this cheesy love poem that was scribbled on my desk. This went on for the entire first semester. On the first day of the second semester, things started getting more weird. Mark would always wait outside of my classroom to try and talk to me, he would always bad mouth my friends when ever u hung out with them, and he would always follow me around school whenever he got the chance. One day, it got pretty creepy..... I was walking home alone, when i realized I was being followed, because I heard footsteps right behind me. I looked behind me, and saw Mark following me home. I asked him why he was following me, but instead of saying something like “oh sorry! Didn’t mean to scare you!” He said, “I’m not following you! My house is this way too!” But I knew mark was lying, because his house was in the other direction. So I just ran home, locked the doors, and stayed in my room until my parents came home. After a couple weeks of him trying to follow me home, I had enough of all this, so I told my friends, and they told the teacher about Mark and his creepy crush on me. After telling the teacher, Mark stopped having a crush on me, and started having a crush on another kid in my class
