I Was a Nine-Year-Old Girl, but I Was Still Behind Me

I was walking alone the road when i felt an eery presence behind me. I've always been hyper aware and a parinoid person, so i immediately turned to look around. A guy with a bright lime green shirt was on his motorcycle on the road. His motorcycle was white, a stark contrast to is blinding green top. After walking for about another minute, i noticed that no one wearing green a white motorcycle had driven past me. Obviously, vehicles would be faster than someone walking he shouldhave passed me by now. When i looked back again, to my horror, he was still behind me. He was driving, but at a snail's pace, just enough to stay around one