To D.E.A. S.O.D., A.C.L.U., N.A.A.C.P., & GLBT-friendly F.B.I.

The high school cheerleader who was an African-American pastor's daughter, gospel singer, and a virgin, was abused, the sexually harassed in FCHS. She was one of my classmates. My GLBT classmates, who were very small, teenaged boys, were also severely abused there, and some of the other boys were laughing and regaling everyone in school about that.

I'm still afraid the hate criminals haven't been found. There was a Caucasian, man, early twenties, in Atlanta Metro, Georgia with a group of other criminally stalking friends at an Applebbee's across my table. He looked very similar to the "Dave" from my FCHS, Northern Virginia, Journalism class of mine, but wasn't him.

The lookalike mentioned getting I.T., and the group knew me somehow. They were discussing approaching me and laughing. I was with my ex-husband and toddler son. We didn't go to Applebee's very much in Georgia. If possible, it's best to look up my bank debit card information. There was a uniformed police officer eating alone next to our table.

Those people were too close to him, his non-alcoholic beverage and his food. I tried to look for Virginia plates in the parking lot, but was too terrified of that high school lookalike. Dave worked at a little music record shop in Loehmann's Plaza, near the U.S. General's daughter from Pier One. I don't trust these criminally stalking boys from Journalism classes at FCHS.

Two of the other meth-faced, Caucasian boys (one a former Peace Corps child, with both parents who were laboratory scientists) were actually discussing how they were going again to the school library to look up my photo in the yearbooks in front of me. I know Peace Corps workers sometimes are drug cartel terrorists also.

I don't trust their lab scientists parents or them. Of that criminally stalking pair, I saw a younger lookalike to the shorter meth-faced one, not the one who always wore a trench coat to Ms. Bucco/Bouchard's Journalism classes. That happened this summer, at the grassy field near McDonald's on W. Colfax Avenue/Kipling.

They were playing football casually, about five of them, right next to my car, as I left the parking lot. He had the exact same chalky white, anemic face, indicative of drug use, not any supposed vegan diet, extremely dark circles under his eyes and wispy, unkempt hair style. He was a different age, though. He needs drug testing, and retinal scanning also.

There is a white and gray-haired, homeless man who resembled Gary Hemingway there also. I saw one at that McDonald's Redbox, criminally stalking me. He's probably the same one at the 7-11 parking lot. I told the store clerk to call the police, so they could take him in (hopefully for drug testing, DNA bloodwork, bloodwork for dirty bombmaking signs, finger printing of both entire hands, 8 x 10 facial photo for facial recognition software databases, gait analysis, entire bare foot prints, shoe/boot prints with gait analysis, and retinal scanning).

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Documentation of further criminal stalking:

1-800-266-2278
Denver VA Medical Center
8:54 a.m. this morning
Called my cellphone again
Previously left heavy breathing voice mails on my cellphone