Weird Boy Problem
Hibba has a stalker.
Here, you have to buy credit for your phone. Most of the time, you buy a little plastic cards with scratch-codes on them. Sometimes, to be hospitable I guess, the store employee punches in the card's code. Some guy punched in Hibba's code, and got her phone number. He called her. I guess that's one way to do it.
The first time he called her was about a week ago. Not only did he tell her that he loves her and is crazy about her and her eyes are like honey, but he also told her what she was wearing that day, and sent her half a dozen text messages with the same subject.
She told her parents. Her mom called him from her phone, pretending to have a wrong number. Her stalker sent her a message saying, "Why did you tell your mom to call me and pretend like she had the wrong number?"
Freaky, if you ask me.
That was a week ago. Today, the creep sent her over 25 texts while she was at school (in a test, even). He kept calling her, and she didn't pick up.
The way people solve social problems here is by appealing to their families, not to the police. Hibba's dad is taking care of business, now.
3 comments:
Hmmm...odd. Creepy. I dated a muslim boy and he jumped the gun too. He told me almost right away that he was in love with me and we needed to be married. He was rather stalkerish too. He'd call me every 10 minutes and leave messages. (After a while I quit listening to them.) But some of the messages would be like "I'm right outside your house. I'll wait here until you're ready to come out and see me." and stuff like that. He was weird.
But Miranda, I'm not Muslim. Get the story right.
Calling the Police doesn't help, Fathers with shotguns help. We believe in that here in America too.
Lol. It's too bad my dad was across the country, huh? Sometimes you just gotta take care of bidness yourself.
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