INTRUSION (Whitney Holmes Series) Read Online Free Page B

Whitney, what’s this I hear about vandalism to your locker?” he said to me.
    “ I opened my locker and water poured out. This is the mess we were left with.” I pointed to the books and notebooks.
    I explained to the principal about the stalker and how we already had contacted the police.
    “Do you have a backpack?” he asked me.
    “ Yes,” I said, nodding.
    “ Is it here with you today?” he asked.
    “ No, I usually only use it to bring my heavy books to school and back when we have a big test or something,” I said.
    “ I want you to bring your backpack tomorrow and not use your locker anymore. We will issue you new books tomorrow. I know they will be heavy, but I think this is best,” he said.
    I almost groaned, I didn’t want to have to carry those books around with me all day, it was such a pain.
    “Another thing. We will not charge you for these wet ones,” he said smiling.
    “ Thank you so much,” I said.
    “ Chanda, do you think Whitney could copy your notes when she gets some new notebooks?” the principal asked her.
    “ Yes, of course,” Chanda said.
    “ You will be as good as new tomorrow. I will write you a note to give your teachers to explain what happened,” he told me.
    “ Thank you,” I said.
    “ I don’t want to see tears in your brown eyes anymore. If this stalker is trying to hurt you somehow, we won’t let him,” he said.
    “ Okay,” I said, trying to smile.
    “ Just leave all this here. I guess it is sort of evidence, I will put it in storage,” he said.
    I thanked him again and I also thanked Alice. The principal went in his office and wrote a couple of notes and he gave me one and one to Chanda then we left.
    “Wow,” Chanda said, “he was so nice.”
    “ Yes, he’s great,” I said.
    “ If you go after school and get the notebooks, you can start copying my notes,” Chanda said.
    “ Tonight, I have to go down to the precinct and give my fingerprints,” I said glumly.
    “ I know, but come over to my house afterward,” Chanda said.
    “ Okay,” I said.
    “ Is your dad going to be upset about all your stuff getting destroyed?”
    “ I don’t know. I know it was this stalker guy trying to send me some kind of message. I think it was because I talked to the police,” I said.
    “ I don’t understand how he knows so much about you,” Chanda said.
    “ I have been thinking about that, and I don’t either,” I said.
    I walked to my first period class and told Chanda goodbye, she waved and I hoped she didn’t get into trouble because she was majorly late to class.
    When I showed my note to Mrs. Simpson, my English teacher, she gave me a disapproving look and said, “Okay.”
    That was pretty much how the day went. I sat in class and listened I had to borrow paper and a pencil from my friends.
    After school, I walked home with Chanda. Nothing else happened at school.
    When I got home, my dad was waiting for me. I told him all about my locker, books, and notebooks getting ruined.
    He said that he was grateful to the principal for not charging us for the books.
    “ Are you ready to go to the police precinct?” Dad asked me.
    “ I guess so,” I said.
    My dad got his keys from the little leaf bowl that my parents keep their keys in.
    “Let’s go then,” he said.
    “ Where are you going?” Jacob asked coming out of the kitchen eating a fudge pop.
    “ Whitney and I have some business to tend to,” my dad said.
    “ What business?” he said slurping.
    “ My own business,” I said leaving the house.
    We could hear Jacob yelling “Mom!” as we got in the car.
    It took us ten minutes to get to the police station.
    We parked and got out and there were police cars everywhere.
    My dad held my hand as we walked up. His hand was dry but mine was sweating. It had been a long time since my dad had held my hand…not since I was a little girl.
    “ Don’t be worried, honey, this is the easy part,” my dad said.
    “ Okay,” I said.
    We walked into the