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i woke up with a urge to go to the police station and ask about Scott and how it happened, i wanted to know more, i left a note on the kitchen counter, ' going to police station, took my phone,be back in an hour' sign windy, a heart above the 'I' for cute purposes, i grabbed my set of keys off the hook in the hallway, put my red hunter boots on, and grabbed my purse and phone and went out the door, i locked it, to thr right, i thought as locking the door, to the right.

the police station is only three blocks away no need to take the bus, for this, that would only waste money, i walked along  the sidewalk, as people were saying "good morning dear" a little old laddie said as i walked by, " good morning" i said fast, but not so fast so she can hear. i reached the police station, a man greeted me and the gate, "hello, a bit really for a young one like you , don't you think" he said as if i was eight, " nope, but thanks" i said a little like, my gosh why you asking me such a thing like that. i walked inside, being careful not to be too loud with my heel like shoes, a man who i know, his name is john, i saw him last week, "hello, windy" he said, with that same beautiful smile, "hi" i said with not so big of a smile, and definitely not beautiful, " so why are you here today" he said, " just wounder around" i said.

i went home after an hour, just like i said on the note, my mom wasn't even up. so this might be my only Chance to watch t.v, i grabbed the t.v remote and turned on the t.v to channel 23 to see the weather, i think i  like to the weather channel because my nick name is windy, but i think its just because i like that channel. i sat on the couch and a few minutes after in i turned on the t.v my mom came down, she stopped in the kitchen, " whats this note for"  she said, "oh, i went out for a walk to the police station" i said, "oh, okay" she said and threw the note out.  my mom opened the fridge to look for bacon, i grabbed a pan, and some butter, and turned the stove on. at least i will always remember the smell of bacon.

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