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leaving weird messages on my phone,” I said.
    “ Have you seen him?”
    “ No, and that is the creepy part. He is like some phantom that sees me and I cannot see him,” I said. “I don’t know who it is.”
    “ Well, I will keep my eyes open,” he said.
    I gave him a hug, I loved both my brothers the same, but Jacob was younger and not so sensitive to my feelings as Jordan.
    That night, I woke up around two in the morning with my heart pounding. I was really afraid. I took a blanket and a pillow and I went in the boys’ room and slept on their floor. It wasn’t very comfortable, but at least I didn’t feel so alone.
    The next morning, Jacob stepped on me when he got out of bed. He screamed, I screamed and my mom came running in from the kitchen. She was holding a spatula.
    “What in the world?” my mom asked.
    “ I got scared last night and came and slept on Jacob and Jordan’s floor,” I said.
    “ My poor baby,” my mom said.
    She walked over and awkwardly gave me a hug.
    I got up and grabbed my blanket and pillow.
    “ You know Jacob and I still have our BB guns,” Jordan said looking at me.
    “ No BB guns,” my mom said.
    Last summer, the boys had accidentally hit a bird, so my parents had put the guns away.
    “Thank you, Jordan,” I said.
    “ No problem,” he said winking at me.
    We all trooped into breakfast, which was burning pancakes, I ate some burned pancakes with syrup. I was too hungry to mind.
    Later, my dad took Chanda and me to school, I had my stupid backpack full of books, and I felt like a huge turtle. Classes were okay I had to keep getting the right book out of my bag, which was a hassle, in American Government I was asked a question I didn’t know the answer to, because I didn’t have that folder. I tried to explain to the teacher later why I flaked out and he didn’t seem to care that I had a serious reason.
    I usually liked school but I kept getting the feeling of being watched. I would turn suddenly, but no one would be there and I had goose bumps on the backs of my arms.
    My mom came and picked up Chanda and me.
    Later, in my room, I was taking out my books when a note fell out of my bag. It looked just like the other one with cut-out letters from a magazine. It said, “I decided to forgive you for calling the police.” That was it.
    I dropped it like it was on fire and my heart was pounding like crazy.
    I went to my kitchen where my mom was starting dinner and I told her, “I got another note.”
    “A note, what do you mean?” she asked distractedly.
    “ From that weirdo. I got another note,” I said impatiently.
    She stopped measuring water in a pan and looked at me.
    “You don’t have a locker anymore,” she said.
    “ I know, he put in my backpack,” I said.
    She turned white.
    “ He got close enough to you to put something in your bag and you didn’t see him?” she asked.
    “ I guess so,” I said and then I burst into tears.
    “ Aw, honey, it will be okay,” wiping her hands on her shirt and coming over to me to hug me.
    “ Should I be scared?” I asked her.
    “ I really don’t know,” she said.
    “ I feel scared,” I said.
    “ Well, when Dad gets home, we will show him the note. He will know what to do,” Mom said.
    “ Okay,” I said.
    “ Where is the note now?” she asked.
    “ On my floor,” I said.
    “ Well, pick it up and put it in this baggie,” she said, going over to the cupboard and getting out a baggie.
    I went in my room and put the note carefully in the baggie where someone could read it.
    We had dinner and the boys were being silly. They had sort of a game they played on each other when the other one gets in trouble. They kind of put their hand over their faces and close it and call out, “Facial!” I don’t know how it started, but I sometimes do it to them and they go nuts with laughter.
    My father came home and had dinner and after dinner, my mom and I told him about the note. He said he would go late into work