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At the end of all that, we had a ton of great pictures, and we ran to the office to print them out.“Do you have any idea how to do this?” Zach asked. “‘Cause my phone isn’t connected to this printer.” I nodded my head.
“Mine’s not either,” I said. “In seventh grade, our homecoming pictures had to be taken on our phones, but I had a flip phone, so we got some good pictures, but I couldn’t connect my phone to the printer, and my parents didn’t know I was dating anyone, so I figured out how to connect my phone to the computer, print out the pictures, delete the pictures from the computer, and disconnect my phone from the computer so they would never know.” He stared at me.
“That kind of amazes me, but it also really scares.” I laughed as I sat down at the computer. I opened the laptop. “And there’s a password.” I nodded and reached into my pocket. “Are you really doin’ this?” I nodded.
“Uh huh,” I said. “A little password hasn’t ever stopped me before.” He nodded but doubled back, still not seeing what I was doing.
“Wait a minute, what?” he asked. I laughed.
“Did I forget to mention that I accidentally discovered that I have a knack for hacking in second grade?” He nodded. ”Whoops! Oh, by the way, I’m in.” He looked at the computer. I had stuck a flash drive into the computer, and it solved the password.
“You have a flash drive for hacking into things?” I nodded.
“Sky has also discovered that same talent,” I said, “and he likes to try to humor me by hacking onto my stuff and deleting all of my work on stories and songs and stuff, so to block that, I just made a program and put it onto this flashdrive, so whenever he does that, I just stick this little guy into the computer. Erases everything he did.” He nodded. “So it looked into the computer, found the password, and put it in, but now I’m curious.” He nodded again.
“Wait,” he said, “about what?”
“What is the password?” I asked. “I kinda wanna know in case I ever need to use this computer again.” I opened up the flashdrive file and looked for PASSWORDS. I opened it and found the password for this computer:
‘hattennewsies
I laughed and Zach looked at the password.
“Wow,” he said. “Well, that won’t be hard to remember.” I nodded and connected my phone to the computer via Aux cord. I opened my gallery and printed off seventeen pictures of Sky, thirteen pictures of Josh, nine pictures of Steph, and nine pictures of Anthony. Next, I connected Zach’s and printed four pictures of Sky, six pictures of Josh, fifteen pictures of Josh, and thirteen pictures of Dan. As Zach was getting the pictures off the printer, I deleted the pictures and disconnected our phones. Zach walked over, the pictures in his hands.
“Should we use tape or glue?” I asked. “Tape seems more practical, but glue’ll make it harder to take down.” He thought.
“Tape,” he said. “Glue might mess the paint up. Plus, we’re only trying to annoy them, not set them on a rampage.” I nodded and grabbed the tape dispenser. I looked at Zach and grabbed half of the pictures.
“You tape those up in the lobby,” I said. “I’ll tape these up backstage.” He nodded and walked to the lobby as I walked through the lobby door to backstage and started taping them up. By the time we were done, the theatre was covered in embarrassing pictures of Sky, Josh, Stephanie, Anthony, Dan, and Jeff Heimbrock. I looked at the clock on my phone. 4:52 pm.
“We still have about fifteen minutes to draw on Sky’s mirror,” Zach said as we met in the stage right wing. I nodded and pulled two tubes of red lipstick out of my pocket. “Where did you get those?” I smiled.
“They’re Stephanie’s,” I said. “Mine’re at home. I grabbed these while I was taping a picture of Sky covered in ice cream by our dressing room.” He nodded and grabbed one. We walked to the Ben and Sky’s dressing room and slowly opened the door, Zach peeking in to make sure there wasn’t anyone in there. There wasn’t, and we went in. The mirrors didn’t have names.
“Which one’s his and which one’s Ben’s?” Zach asked. I looked them both over and pointed to the one on the right. “How do you know?” I pointed to a picture stuck to the top right edge of the mirror.
“That’s a picture from my birthday last year,” I said. “It was just after we moved here, and I didn't have anyone but him to spend it with, so we explored the city. I told him it was the best birthday I’d ever had.” He smiled. As for me, I was afraid I was gonna start crying. I smiled and pulled the cap off the lipstick.
“What about the pictures?” Zach asked. I shrugged.
“Just color around them.” He nodded and we got to work.
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