NEW NEIGHBOR | g.d

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"What does "again" mean?" I asked as I looked up from the paper.

Everyone's facial expression stayed the same; confused and scared, exept for Kendall. She looked horrified.

"We have to go!" she ran out the door.

"Where?" I yelled running after her.

"I don't know? Home!" she cried.

"What is going on?" I asked shaking her shoulders.

"It's not Madison!" she slid to the parking lot ground.

"Kendall! Get up!" I tried pulling her up.

"No!" she cried.

"Goddamit Kendall, why'd you eat so many chicken nuggets I can't even pick you up!" I struggled trying to get her to stand up.

A few minutes later we heard sirens coming around the corner, followed by Grayson and Ethan coming out of the bus.

"The police are coming." Grayson said walking over to us.

As the boys got closer they realized Kendall was crying on the ground.

"Babe!" Ethan screamed kneeling down to her.

2 patrol cars pulled in and stoped infront of the trashed bus.

As soon as one of the guys stopped the car he opened the door and calmly walked over.

"What seems to be the issue here, ma'am?" he asked looking at Kendall, who was now sitting upright.

Kendall was too caught up in the moment she could barely talk. She's like those kids who cry for a long time and when they try to talk they can't because they're trying to breathe.

"I-I...know...who." she began.

"Who what?" I interupted.

"Trashed...the...bus." she said talking long pauses as Ethan whiped her tears.

"Ma'am if this is someone you personally know then we need to take it to the police department." he said.

"Let's...go." Kendall said getting up and walking to the patrol car.

«Police Station»

"Please have a seat in the room to your left." a lady at the desk guided me and Kendall to a small room, while the boys waited in the lobby.

I was still confused as to how Kendall knew who trashed it. It was obviously Madison, why else would she run away when she saw us at the venue.

About 5 minutes later a police specialist walked in and sat across from us.

He took out a pen and pad before talking.

"Hello, my name is Officer Harolds." he extended his hand and we each shook hands.

"So Kendall-" he began. "You think you know who trashed the tour bus and who left this death threat?" he said.

"No, I don't think, I know." Kendall said not pausing for breaths this time.

"And how do "know"? he said air quoting the word "know".

"In the note it says "again", and I can figure out that handwriting from anywhere." she spoke slowly.

The officer wrote down her exact words.

I just sat still as I listened to her talk, I was still confused.

"Well who is this mystery person."

Kendall took a deep breath and exhaled loudly.

"Adam Parker."

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did anyone know from my previous hints? no? okay..

im hungry