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His voice was annoying, anyway. Before we leave, I pick up Chuck’s cell phone and open up a tab in the Dark Web’s app for message boards. Right on top of the list is a message board for the Marching Tides, which requires a password to access it but—of course—Chuck saved the password in his keychain. Idiot.

It takes almost 5 minutes for it to load and well since I remember every information about my account, then I easily type my email and password. SilentSniper 15 notifications. 5 messages Report: Jjjkkkk left the group Diamondbeauty: hey gurl Add more friends: Hey everyone Party group: Andyboy left the group mollyissavage: Lets play Planetside 2 I ignored all the messages and scroll all the way down till I found Zach whose name is : CallmeSavage

I snuggle into the now warm folds of my tussled sheets and enjoy the last streaks of night. Man, this is the life. I'm still a bit drowsy when messages start to flood my dm. Two from Amanda (i grin with sleepy eyes) an estimated whooping one thousand messages from Men dem, a "Wadup bro" from Ahmed and a voice note from Chantelle. Chimamanda's still offline, probably dozing, but i text her back anyway. I ignore the group chat messages, but on a second thought i decide to listen to Chantelle's Vn before nodding off again.

*Texting Martin Luna: sorry martin luz was texting me Martin: I already know, shit isn't fair Luna: I wasnt trying to leave you in that chat alone Martin: 4 thousand people in the live and only 2 moderators working Luna: look at tobys comments (screenshot ) CoochieWoochie: Slay mamas dont be afraid superfan111: green hair looks good Coochiewoochie: NOONE CARES if green looks good on Carmen ! she can do whatever she wants (end of screenshot) Martin: they were just agreeing why did Toby "Cooochie" say that

Her private account on Weibo was bombarded with messages. [You’re so evil! How could you do such things to Tiffany Jordan? Why didn’t you Photoshop your own photos as well?] [What a b*tch. You should be dead by now. I hope you and your family could die in peace!] [A nobody like you thinks you can audition for Chanel? How many men are you sleeping with to get that money? Beware of HIV!] Charmine scrolled through the messages and scoffed as she typed:

Time drags by as I play, and I'm freaking thankful I turned off private messages. My chat box blew up when I said I might do private chats. I'm sure I was awkward when I did the whole wink thing, but going off how many questions exploded over it, maybe I'm not too bad at flirting.

There might just be a slight delay. The next moment, every single phone on that curb went off at almost the exact same time. It was not a bank notification. It was their parents, calling them in a relentless barrage. One of the boys picked up with shaking hands, and his father's voice came roaring through the speaker loud enough for everyone to hear. "You little sh*t! Where are you right now?! Did you cause a scene at Pemberton's front gate? "I’ve never been this humiliated before in my life! That video of you lunatics is the number one trending topic online right now! The whole damn country knows you tried to scam your way into Pemberton with a chatbot!

My gaze landed on a new user added to the group chat. Unlike everyone else, the user had no username, with a hamster as a profile picture. I sneered. Very unprofessional. With the rage bubbling in me, I typed away on my keyboard. Spilling my thoughts about how unprofessional it was to not use an actual name and picture in an important work group. Satisfied, I exhaled and clicked the send arrow. But just then... Mr. Crawford's message popped up just as mine uploaded. His message tagged the strange user. [Welcome to the group chat, Mr. Davenport.]

Everything else could wait. --- Tabby