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police station and, for as many cars as were out front, the station looked a little deserted, my dad went to the front clerk and explained why we were there.
    The man asked us to sit and wait. Officers Malcolm and Mitchell would be right out.
    They both came out of the same office so I guess they worked together. They came over and shook our hands.
    Officer Mitchell said we would first fill out a complaint. My dad said he had more to tell about, that my locker was vandalized and all my books and notebooks were ruined by water damage.
    “ This is getting more serious,” Officer Malcolm said.
    “ Yes, he or she is getting angry now. By calling the police, you have made them angry. Also the vandalism is more serious. I think schoolbooks are about fifty dollars each, and you said you had five. This is coming close to petty theft and if they are caught, they might have to serve community service,” Officer Mitchell said.
    “ It’s harassment,” Dad said and they both nodded.
    I always kind of knew the officers weren’t taking my stalker seriously before, but they seemed to now.
    “Let’s fill out the complaint, then let’s fingerprint Whitney,” Officer Mitchell said.
    My father filled out the complaint form with some prompting from me. Then the officers took me to a room where there was a digital fingerprinting machine.
    “We do this the modern way now,” Officer Malcolm said.
    “ Yeah, no ink,” Officer Mitchell said.
    Officer Malcolm took each one of my fingers and rolled them on a digital card. Then he had me do my four fingers at once on each hand and then my thumbs, it was quite easy.
    After we were finished, the officers thanked us and said they would get back to us to see if there were any other prints on the note other than mine.
    My dad took me to McDonald’s for dinner and we sat in a booth and talked.
    “What are you going to do about not having your books and things not vandalized again?” my dad asked.
    “ I guess I will keep everything with me in my backpack,” I said. “The principal will give me a new locker, but I don’t want to take any chances that this might happen again.”
    “ Your poor back.” My father smiled.
    “ Oh, by the way we need to stop at Staples so I can get some new notebooks,” I said.
    “ Okay.”
    We stopped by Staples and I got five notebooks in different colors and they were pretty cheap because it was toward the end of the school year.
    When I got home, I went over to Chanda’s and borrowed her English notebook. I figured that was one of the most important ones. Chanda had beautiful writing and it was almost like calligraphy. I thanked her for the notebook and went home and I knew I had my work cut out for me in the next few days.
    I went into the house and all my family were there. I could tell that my dad had told my mom about the vandalism because she had a strained look on her face. Jacob and Jordan were playing some video game where an assassin kills everybody I thought their video games were so lifelike. Sometimes, a cuss word rang out and my dad would threaten to turn the whole thing off if it happened again.
    I went in my room and started copying Chanda’s notebook and I had a cool desk. My dad got it for me from a thrift store it was really sort of a huge table.
    My phone rang and the number showed as blocked. I didn’t take the call, of course just one word showed up in the text.
    It said, “Witch,” and that was all.
    This guy was really getting on my last nerve.
    “Dad, look!” I said, and showed him my phone.
     
     
     
    CHAPTER THREE
     
     
    I woke up with a nervous stomach. My mom made homemade chocolate chip waffles, I could only eat a little bit.
    I went to school and my dad drove Chanda and me, as usual. My mom was going to pick me up since my backpack was so heavy. They didn’t want me to start having back problems so early in life. Five textbooks and five notebooks weighed a lot.
    I kept looking around the school to see if anyone was