Author's Note: Okay, you gotta understand, I love Stephen King. I have about 28 of his books in my locker, and I lend them out to trustworthy souls who actually want to broaden their horizons from YM magazine or something (No Offense!!!!). I am extremely bored at this point, and I was just sitting here, thinking, "Now, what would happen if someone stole one of my books?" and voila! Here we are. I guess I'm gonna stick a moral in here somewhere…I dunno…Also: this story is dedicated to Stephen King fans. I hope it's up to standards. Please REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!

The Stolen Book

Everyone has enemies out there, no one is an exception. Somewhere out there is a person who detests you for some irrelevant reason, be it the way you talk or just the way you dress. These twisted people come in two types: They either take an active role in harassing you, or they silently rejoice in any harm that comes to you. The latter of these people may stalk you, hating you from afar.

Even as we talk, one of these people is considering changing to take a more…active way of harassing someone.

There! Do you see him? The one with the short blond hair? Yeah, that one, watching the girl with brown hair! Hmm…he looks like trouble.

Blast! She's walking away with a teacher, leaving her locker open. What a trusting fool.

Ah, no! He's making his move…he's reaching into her locker…and there it goes…he has just taken one of her books.

There he goes, and here she comes. She hasn't noticed, she's to busy laughing at a joke one of her friends has just told her. If only she had come back a moment sooner…

Well, look at the smirk on his face now. He looks pretty amazed (and proud) of his own daring. Let's just watch him, shall we?

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He's on his way home now. She didn't notice the book was missing…yet. By the time she does, he'll have gotten rid of it.

Inside he goes, muttering, "hello" to his mother. She mumbles something back…how loving. He walks past, and heads upstairs to his room.

Aye, look at this place. Walls painted black with posters reading "Texas chainsaw Massacre: Let's Relive It!" How sweet.

He's pulled out a matchbook. I guess he's finally figured out what to do with his stolen good. He's picked it up…and opened it?

FLASH…a blinding light, and he's gone, disappeared into a Stephen King Novel. That can't be good.

Author's Note: Okay, that was unique. Please REVIEW!!!!!!