When I was in 7th grade, I received anonymous threats in my locker. I never really knew who left them, but I always had my suspicions. Upon retrospect, the notes were actually really lame, but when you're 12 years old and someone wants you dead, it kind of gets to you. They also left graphic manifestations of their ill wishes in the form of stick figures with X's over their eyes and little pools of blood under their stick arms. I didn't say anything immediately, but after the third note or so I felt I had to tell the teacher. She suggested I wrote the following message on the chalkboard for all to read: "How can I help you if I don't know who you are?" My classmates didn't know what that was all about, so they all thought I was a douche. On the plus side, I never got threatened again.
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