Stella POV
After the seminar, I was tired so was Stacy so we went back to her ward to rest. I noticed a guy staring at me all through the seminar. He looked hyper deadly. If stares could kill, I would be six feet (6ft) under by now. I hate people staring at me like that, it creeps the hell outta me. Come to think of it again, he might be a reporter or something. I don’t know but they been trying to get me to talk and you know blow up the whole thing but I am not budging for it.
Knock! Knock!! There was a light knock on the door of the ward we are in and guess who it is, the creepy staring man.
“Hi!!!!” He said.
“Please who are you?” I asked him. I didn’t want to be polite but then again, if at all he is a reporter, I don’t want a tabloids heading that reads ‘STELLA PARLOR, THE FAMOUS
