(Doppelganger) :By Qwertyperson
By the time I went back to school, I was begging for mercy. More classes means more work, and more work means less time to do my own things. After the first day, I had one homework assignment. I had to write a paper about my summer in MLA format, double-spaced, Times New Roman, 12pt, and 2 pages. It was due by the end of the week, and the teacher gave us outlines to build our sentences and such. I decided I'll go do the outline tomorrow at study hall, and at home (because the outline was due the day after tomorrow). The next day, I woke up, did my morning thing, went to my boring periods, and finally went to study hall. I pulled out my outline, but found that it was done for me. The writing was near-perfect, grammer top-notch, and almost no errors. But who could've done this? No one was committed into doing my homework, and it was no one's handwriting (in fact, the handwriting was similar to mine). This was a little eerie to me, but helpful. I wasn't going to take my chances though, so I decided to do a little experiment. If the person was so committed into doing my outline, maybe he'll be committed into doing the typing for me. So I put hidden cameras across my house, and went to bed to wake up with the results. I woke up the next morning to find that the said paper was typed, and ready. I reviewed all of the tapes after school, and found only one tape that caught my eye. This tape was in a webcam on my computer, and reveals what the person looked like. It was me, but how? I wasn't awake at the time, and would be very tired in the morning if I did write the paper. I was freaked out, and decided to write to him. I have another assignment coming up, and it consists of doing part of a packet (specifically pg. 4-6). I would insert a post-it note on the homework, and wait for the results. The post-it note reads as followed: "Dear Reader, if you've stumbled upon this post-it note, we should meet" (I know it was brief, but I was running out of room). The next morning, I found a post-it note on my lamb on the bed-side. It read this: Dear Reader, if you've stumbled upon this post-it note, we're meeting. Watch for me". I'm starting to think this was yet another horrible idea made by me. At school, I went to the bathroom because I felt nausiated in the stomach. I let all of my lunch out into the toilet, and flushed the toilet. I then heard a voice coming from outside the stalls, "Are you okay there?". Being the shy person I was, I stayed silent. He then replied with this, "Oh I get it, you're a shy guy. Yeah I was one of those kind. About a year ago, I threw up in the same toilet you just threw up in due to the nervousness I faced at that time. Isn't that weird?". I quickly opened the stalls to find a guy looking back in perplexity. He looked at me, and I looked at him. He looked the same, felt the same, smelled the same, and sound the same. He recognized me a little while later, and said he knew me. I thought that it was a small world, but it would take more than a small world to explain how we looked the same. I put out the post-it note, and said this, "Did you write this?", and he siad this, "Yes, but only a year ago. You see, I was finishing a worksheet in my packet to see a post-it note on it. I responded to it like that. How did you find it?". I was utterly confused, and was perplexed at the time. He continued, "After school that day, my mother found cameras across my house, and called the police in fears of someone might be stalking the family". I was scared as heck, and ran out of the bathroom not looking back. After school, I went home to find police. They were surveying my house, and happen to find me in the scene. They instantly recognize me as a criminal, and chase after me. I got rid of my bookbag, and my books I was carrying, and ran as fast as I could. As I ran, I saw the same person I spoke to at the bathroom peeking out of the door I barged out of. He distracted me with his smile, and I tripped. They said the "Miranda Warning", hand-cuff me, and put me in the backseat of their car. I was confused, and scared, and I needed answers now. I asked the officers what was going onk and thought I was playing dumb. When I went to jail, I was sentenced to life for crimes I didn't even committ. Later at the cell, I was greeted with another prisoner. I asked how he got arrested, and he replied with this, "I was mistaken for another killer". I replied with, "Yeah me too, but my arrest wasn't a mistake".