Someone broke into my room last night. While I was asleep in it.
My window was shattered, and there was mud all over my floor. Muddy dog prints, but there wasn't any other sign of a dog. I'm on the second story, and there's no sign anyone came in anywhere else.
This is not an April Fool's Joke.
I've had a really hard time convincing the police of this, though.
I don't even know why. Nothing was taken. Nothing is gone. Maybe someone played a prank? I don't know anyone who would do that, though. Not like this.
And I don't know what's up with that post. I don't know what's going on.
I'm going to be staying with Lyndsay in her room until my window gets fixed. It doesn't feel safe to sleep in here right now.
I don't understand.