INTRUSION (Whitney Holmes Series) Read Online Free Page A

station and make a statement. Can you come tomorrow after school?” Officer Malcolm asked.
    “ My mom would have to take me because my dad doesn’t get home until late,” I said.
    “ This is important. I will get off work early tomorrow and take you,” my dad said, his eyebrows moving together in a worried look.
    “ Thank you, Dad.”
    “ If you have a school I.D., you need to bring it and plan to have your fingerprints taken,” Officer Malcolm said.
    “ Did anyone else touch the note?” Officer Mitchell asked.
    “ No, only me. I watch a lot of crime shows,” I said.
    “ At least they are good for something,” my father said and the officers smiled.
    Both officers got up and Officer Malcolm put the note in a clear plastic evidence bag, sealed it up and wrote something on it. They thanked us and we thanked them and they left.
    My dad gave me a big hug and said I did a good job speaking to the officers.
    My mom and brothers came home and Jacob’s face was all chocolaty. My mom handed my dad and me each a cup of ice cream she got my favorite flavor: Rocky Road.
    My dad asked my mom to go to their room for a minute. I knew he was going to tell her all about the officers’ visit. We had decided not to tell the boys about my stalker just yet. Jacob was a little high-strung and we didn’t want to scare either of them.
    I went in my room and checked the closet, looked under my bed and made sure my curtain was shut. I put my pajamas on and got in bed. I was more than a little scared. The next day was going to be a big day, going down to the station and all. I was scared to be fingerprinted, I knew it wouldn’t hurt, but still I didn’t like it I didn’t have any strange phone calls or messages on my phone. I fell asleep with some anxiety.
    The next day, my father told me to come straight home from school. Like I would forget where we were going and it was all I could think about all day at school.
    When I got to school, my locker was rose-free and note-free. But when I opened it, water came pouring out of it, all of my books and notebooks were soaked.
    Tears welled up in my eyes. I really didn’t know what to do.
    Chanda was standing there beside me.
    “Oh my,” she said. “How did that happen? Was the roof leaking into the locker? Did a pipe burst?”
    “ I think it was a prank from my stalker.”
    She started taking out all the textbooks, one at a time and then my notebooks. She made a pile of books on the bricks in front of the lockers.
    “I am going to go get some paper towels and see how damaged these are,” she said.
    I nodded my head, holding back tears.
    She came back with a whole roll of the tan paper towels from our girls’ bathroom and she started blotting the books.
    Afterward, she dried my locker. I just sat there like a dummy, not knowing what to do.
    “Well, it looks like all your notebooks are ruined and the books, too,” she said.
    “ What am I going to do? I need those notebooks for finals and I will have to pay for the books,” I said.
    “ Let’s take the whole mess up to the office and see what they will do,” she said.
    We gathered up the sloppy mess and walked to the office. I kept wondering if someone was watching me.
    We walked in, dripping, to the office.
    “ What in the world?” Alice, the school secretary asked.
    “ Whitney opened her locker and this is what she found,” Chanda said.
    “ Let me find a box or something to put it all in. You are dripping all over the floor,” Alice said.
    We stood there dripping while Alice found a cardboard box. We put the whole mess in the box.
    “I think we better call the principal out for this one,” Alice said.
    She walked to the principal’s door and knocked, he asked her to come in and she went in and shut the door. A few minutes later, Mr. Hoffstetter, the principal, came out with Alice following him. When I saw him, I got tears in my eyes again. He was such a grandfatherly figure and he had always been nice to me.
    “Now,