I heard soft footsteps behind me. I whipped around, ready to finally confront the person who had been following me. "Ginny!" I gasped. "What the heck are you doing here?" I asked, desperately looking for the man.
"I saw you in the park, and I decided I’d try to scare you because you scared me yesterday, remember?" she said.
I sighed. Ginny was a simple-minded, blonde-haired, blue-eyed teenage girl.
"Becca, what's wrong?" she asked, "and before you say nothing, I know something's up."