Frank Hardy was having a crappy day. There was no other way to put it. He had stayed up late last night working on a project, and forgotten to set an alarm. He overslept and of course Joe couldn't wake up for school so they were both late. When he got out to the car he discovered that they had gotten a ticket for parking on the street, but of course he would have to pay it because Joe never had any money. They got to school fifteen minutes late. His first class was Oral and Written Expression and his teacher had been assigning essay topics, and as a result of his lateness he got stuck with the Privatization of Water as his essay. By second period he'd developed a headache and was pondering whether it would hurt less if he simply took a hammer to his forehead.

By the time third period Calculus rolled around he was on the verge of killing someone. He arrived in class just in time to discover that they were going to have a pop quiz that day, which lucky him, happened to be on material they had learned when he'd been in the hospital after his latest kidnapping. Frank experienced momentary relief when the bell rang signifying the end of third period rang, but then he realized that this just meant he got to go to Spanish where there teacher was forcing them to perform the stupidest skit ever. Not to mention the fact that he didn't even know what his lines meant. Frank made it through the skit but he did manage to forget all of his lines causing him to have to read directly off a sheet of paper which he was sure would result in his getting a lower grade.

He'd never been happier that it was lunch time, his headache had developed into a full scale migraine and at least he could just rest during lunch time. Frank made it to lunch only to find out that they had scheduled a student council meeting which he as president of the Junior Class would have to attend. The meeting consisted of listening to some school administrator rant about how student council wasn't raising enough funds and if they didn't raise more money soon the administration would cancel the spring dance. This caused about half the student council to start screaming; serving only to increase the throbbing in his head.

He arrived in sixth period AP Human Geography only to find out that his teacher was not only in Mexico but had also left them with an essay from the 2004 AP exam which talked about bid-rent. No one in the class even knew what the hell bid-rent was. They asked the sub and she said that she didn't know and just to guess. Great that was helpful. He finished it making up crap about how the people in city X had less money then the people in city Y which is why city X had a greater population that lived in low rent housing. Now he got to go to gym and ride eight miles on a bike on level thirteen. Fun, right?

At least he had computers next there was no way anything bad could happen to him in that class, right? The nagging feeling in the back of his head told him that his day would only get worse from here but he ignored it and sat down at his usual computer in the third row forth seat in. The teacher told everyone to do the assignment on page sixty-seven of their book and then sat down at his desk and read the newspaper while they worked. Frank logged in to his account and looked idly out the window while it loaded. Thirty minutes later his computer still wouldn't log in. There was definitely no way he'd be finishing his assignment today. His suspicions were confirmed when the bell rang five minutes later. Frank sighed and headed wearily to his locker. He twisted the combo and opened the door an envelope fell out. Frank glanced at it suspiciously but picked it up and read the front. Frank Hardy it read. Frank shrugged to himself and opened the envelope managing to give himself a paper cut in the process.

I've been watching you, Frank. And I know you. Better then you could ever imagine. I've been watching your, Frank Hardy...

Frank paled as he read the note. He swallowed and told himself it was just a joke, a harmless prank, not a real threat. Frank hurriedly shoved the books he would need for his homework that night into his backpack and slammed his locker shut hurrying out to the car where Joe was waiting.

"Hey, Frank." Joe said when Frank got into the passenger seat.

"Hey."

"How was your day?"

"Great." Frank lied. "Do anything interesting?" He asked directing the discussion away from himself.

"No. Same old wonderful day." Joe said with a wry smile as he pulled their van out of the school parking lot.

A few hours later…

Frank frowned he was certain that he'd brought his math book home but it was nowhere to be seen. Frank decided that he must have left it at school and headed out of the house. Joe had the van; he was out with Iola for the night. So, Frank would have to walk to school, not that he minded…much. Compared to the way the rest of his day had gone walking to school was no big deal; at least not yet. Frank walked slowly down the block toward Bayport High. It was already eight o'clock and dark. Frank glanced behind him apprehensively as he heard a crunching noise. Seeing nothing he turned the corner onto the next street he was only five minutes from school. Frank was sure he heard soft footfalls on the cement behind him but when he turned to look once again there was no one. Frank pushed down the growing feeling of apprehension in his gut and sighed in relief when he reached the school. He pulled open the door and headed quickly inside. The school was practically deserted most people had gone home from their activities by now. The lights in the hallways were dimmer then usual and the lighting seemed to cast an odd glow on the floor. Frank headed to his locker hallway and quickly put in the combo. He could have sworn he heard a click sound such as the sound made by the heel of a shoe on linoleum and yet the hallway was empty. Just Frank and his math book which he had retrieved. Frank headed swiftly out of the school and down the street towards home; dimly aware of the sounds of a camera being clicked and footsteps falling into step behind him. Frank ignored the rapidly mounting sense of unease he was experiencing and kept walking toward home. He couldn't help feeling relieved when he reached his house. Frank hurriedly unlocked the door and headed inside and up to his room. He would just do his math homework. Frank sat down at his desk and opened his book to the problem's his teacher had assigned. To his dismay he found another envelope addressed to him; sighing apprehensively he opened it.

I see you Frank. And I know what you're thinking. I notice, I see, I watch. I see you, Frank Hardy.