Dear Elvis,I thought I’d lost you forever… I have been searching every corner of the Academy for days. I snuck into strangers’ dorm rooms, searched every inch of the common areas, camped outside the lost and found office and looked for you in a dozen other places I can’t even remember anymore. Somehow, I managed to get away with all that without being accused of theft… or worse.
And as for how I finally found you… Well… I ran into someone quite interesting. He’s the one who stole you off my desk. I have no idea how he knows me, how he found my room, or why he decided to take you in the first place. This night, he suddenly showed up at my dorm room window like some creepy shadow. At first, I thought it was just my imagination, but this stalker had gotten so close to the window that there was no way I could pretend someone wasn’t there. So I rushed over to the window and...
He disappeared. Naturally, I went after him anyway. I ended up chasing him in the rain (and in my pajamas) for a while. When he slipped in the rain and slammed onto the ground, well, I didn’t hesitate to pounce on him. I tried to get him to talk, but he didn’t say a single word. (I went through his pockets and that’s when I found you.)
Clearly just some pathetic little stalker.
I’m still not sure what to do with him. Honestly, getting caught was entirely his own fault. He acts confident enough to keep tabs on me that closely, yet somehow he is ridiculously shy at the same time. At least he didn’t damage your pages, so that’s good.
I seriously doubt someone who can’t even hold eye contact with me could be dangerous. Actually, while he was stammering out apologies and shaking like crazy out of guilt, he seemed kinda cute…
Sigh.
As payback for what he did, there’s no harm in teasing him a little.