My mum's job is so cool that we live in some of the world's nicest places for free, but it also makes it easy for people to find us

My mum works for an American company, in a senior management position at different locations around the world. I can't tell you what the company or job is, but suffice to say that the job is very well paid and it involves a lot of international travel. The company pays for us to live in a fully-furnished and fully-serviced mansion in some of the world's nicest locations. Since I was six, I have lived in ten different countries, always in the best areas, and have been educated in the best schools. I am seventeen now, halfway through my senior year. We have lived in our current location for eighteen months. Before that, it was three years in Singapore, and before that, three years in Paris. We move each time my mum gets a new role, and so far that's been once every two to three years. I have always had a good life, but it's not without its drawbacks. One of the drawbacks is that it's very easy to track us down. Mum is listed on the company's website, as are all senior staff, and our addresses are listed in the staff directory. Also, because she is important in the company, the local papers often have articles about her when we move somewhere new. It's not hard work at all for people to find us. That's why we never stay anywhere too long. It's good for mum that she gets to travel so much for work, because we'd otherwise have to move around clocking up some serious air miles. Lots of people at school ask me about mum's role and job and how I like living the way I do. It's nice to be able to share my experiences, but it's also not good that so many people know where we live or where we are likely to go. There is good and bad in everything, and sometimes I feel like I'm living my life in a bubble. My mum is very protective of me and we have talked about the implications of her job. She's had training in how to assess threats and protect herself and her family. We both know how to defend ourselves physically and we know how to assess risks. Despite all of this, I still sometimes worry that one day someone will track us down and hurt us. There's a boy at school who is always asking questions about my life that I don't want to answer. He wants to know what it's like to live in the places I've been to and how I cope with moving around so much. Sometimes he asks things that are too personal, like where exactly we live and what my address is. I don't like talking about my home, because it's private, but he always says that he's just asking because he's curious. One time, I came home from school to find him waiting outside the gates. There's a guard at the gate, but he was talking to the guard as if he were a friend and he waved at me, saying, "Hey, I was waiting for you." I didn't answer him. I just went inside. I told mum about it and she said to ignore him, that he's probably just a weird kid who doesn't know any better. I tried to ignore him after that, but he just kept coming back. He'd turn up to places I was at, like the library or the mall, and pretend that it was a coincidence. He did this for weeks and I started to feel uncomfortable. I told mum about it again and she agreed to talk to the school. They said they'd look into it, but they didn't do anything about it. So mum started being more proactive. She hired a security agent who assessed our situation. He said that the only way to stop creepy boy was to use anti-stalking legislation, but that would only work if creepy boy did something illegal, which he hadn't. So the security agent advised us to wait and see if creepy boy did something that was actually illegal, like breaking and entering or assault. We didn't have to wait very long. One weekend when I was out with my friends at the mall, one of my friends said that she'd seen some weird dude looking at me. She said he was across the mall, watching me through a pillar. I couldn't see who it was, but my other friends all said it was creepy boy. I told them that I had to go home. When we got home, my mum was in the kitchen, making dinner. But when I went upstairs, I noticed that my bedroom window was open. It's a big window with no bars, and it's not locked. Whoever was there must have come in through the window. I went downstairs and told my mum and we searched the entire house. The only trace of him was that one of my dresses was missing and there was semen on my bed. Creepy boy wasn't at school on Monday. His parents told the school that he was sick, but really, he was in a mental hospital. He was caught at the airport, trying to leave the country. He was wearing a sundress and his hair was cut short and dyed blonde. When the police searched his luggage, they found photos of me, as well as a lot of my clothes. He was remanded into psychiatric care and a few months later, we got a call from the police to say that he had killed himself. He had been acting erratically while in custody and the hospital didn't take that seriously enough. One day, he just flipped and he strangled one of the other patients. They subdued him and put him in a solitary cell. The next day, he was dead, strangled by his own belt. The police told us that he was mentally ill, with some kind of delusional disorder that made him think he was a girl. He had a fixation on me and he believed that he was a girl just like me and that we were destined to be together. He came to our house that day because he wanted to smell me. He wanted to know what it felt like to be inside my room, and he wanted to know how I felt. They found out all of this from his diary. It was so fucked up. I was so scared after reading his diary. I hope that I never encounter someone like him again. TL;DR: Some creepy kid fixated on me and broke into my house and jacked off on my bed

My mum's job is so cool that we live in some of the world's nicest places for free, but it also makes it easy for people to find us

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