Girl in my class repeatedly harassed me until she broke into my house

This is a convoluted mess of a story, so I'll try to break it down as clearly as I can.<br><br>It was 2015 and I (F17) was finishing my last year of high school. I had a history class during lunch (yes this is a real thing), and there was a new girl, Candice (fake name, but I'll call her that throughout for convenience). She joined the class pretty far into the semester, and she seemed nice enough. She was always really loud, obnoxious, and trying desperately to get the attention of the boys.<br><br>One day, she starts talking to me before class, and she seems...off. She's asking me all these personal questions about my friends, my family, where I live...I didn't really want to answer, but she seemed friendly enough, so I indulged her and answered her questions.<br><br>This quickly escalated into her wanting to come to my house after school, and I said no, because that's fucking weird. She seemed to get more agitated at me saying no, and she started asking my classmates if I was a "bitch." The rest of us in the class were all pretty tight-knit because of the class being so small, so they all said stuff like "yeah she kinda is" or "yeah she's really quiet so you have to get to know her." I think one classmate told her I was "stuck up." So Candice starts calling me a bitch and telling me I'm "too good" for her and that she can't believe I would say no.<br><br>This goes on for the rest of the semester. She keeps pushing the subject of my personal life and where I live, and I keep telling her to fuck off. Some of my classmates see how uncomfortable she's making me and they back me up, but she just keeps asking. She thinks I'm some kind of secret hoarder or something, and she keeps asking if I have anything valuable.<br><br>I started getting text messages from some random number that I didn't recognize. I later found out this was Candice, because she started sending me messages like "Why would you say no to me?" and "You're so fucking mean." I got so many texts from her that I ended up changing my phone number, because she just wouldn't leave me alone.<br><br>After all that, the semester ended. I graduated and never saw her again. I moved on to college, but I still lived at home for the rest of the year. It was a relief to know she was gone, and I thought I had finally escaped that clingy weirdo.<br><br>About two months after I graduated, I was at home alone when I heard the sound of glass shattering from downstairs. When I went to look, I saw it was my kitchen window. Some woman had broken in and was now frantically searching through my drawers, looking for who-knows-what. It was Candice. She saw me and she fucking ran at me. We wrestled on the ground and she was pulling my hair, scratching, and hitting me. I was a lot larger than her, so I was eventually able to get her in a headlock and pin her to the ground until the cops came.<br><br>She ended up receiving a restraining order, and I never saw her again. I was told she had a history of breaking into homes, but the charges never stuck because she always had some kind of mental breakdown that got her off the hook.<br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>She's still out there, so let's not meet again.<br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>EDIT Some of y'all have asked for more details about Candice. She was about 5'1, long curly red hair, thin, and had a few missing teeth. She told me she had been to quite a few schools, so she may have been in quite a few places. She was also known to have an alias (or fake name), which I forgot to mention.