Day 1

I leaned back in the swivel chair, bored. I just had beaten the new Ashes game. It took me 7 all-nighters, and I'm pretty sure I failed an algebra test, but it was worth it. Who needs math anyway? I have zombies to kill.

A pop-up flashed on my screen, promoting the new HeadSpread design. Coming Soon! Dude, that hasn't been used in ages. The same with Hoot. Now, everyone is into TrUFeel, and it's like, a year old, and still popular. In fact, I'll update mine now. Schinder has to know I beat him in winning Ashes.

I typed TrUfeel, the best blog spot ever, into the search bar. Little lime-green and aqua letters greeted me on my home page. The female voice came crystal-clear out of the speakers. Welcome, Finn Lockheart.

"Hello, Ashley." I said as I clicked my notifications button. Hey, she sounded like an Ashley. Showing no new 'Truths', I placed the spinning curser onto the Blog box. What you UFeel? It read.

"Just beat the new Ashes game. Take that im_ur_guy86!" I said as my fingers flew over the keys with the speed of a bullet. His name turned the same aqua blue as it tagged him in the post. I clicked the 'feeling accomplished' button next to the box, then clicked 'post!'. It popped up on the main feed, pushing down the rest of the 'Truths'.

How many friends do I have that will see that? I smirk, clicking on the 'Ufriends' rectangle on the left of the screen. Max Schinder was the first on the list. With his short, brown, wavy hair in front of his blue eyes, he wore a goofy smile as his girlfriend, Amy, a snobby blonde chick, kissed him on the cheek. Suddenly, a 'U' appeared on my screen under notifications.

Finn, Max commented on your truth. "Already? Wow, that's embarrassing. -.-"

I laughed and wrote back. Ain't that the truth. Ba dum ching. :D

I clicked out of the conversation, back to my friend list. I frowned, clicking onto my profile. My name in bubble letters was the first to show up. Next, my profile picture. It was taken at the beach last year, when feathers were cool to wear in your hair. I had a thin blue one resting softly on my short, straight brown hair. My green eyes shimmered as the waves crashed on the sand behind me. I had a straight-toothed smile, with dimples sitting handsomely on my cheeks. I wore an orangey shirt and white khakis that matched the sunset. Picture: perfect.

Below my picture was a small profile, saying how I'm a gamer, a runner, and a bunch of other things. To the right were my posts, and to the left, recommended Truthers who had mutual friends. Nothing usual.

Suddenly, something caught my eye to the left. I stopped my reply to whatever Max said and looked closer. A small girl with blue eyes and blonde hair that bounced in loose curls. A daisy was held up to her face, as most professional photo shoots go.

Alice Wilofern.

How in the world?

Alice was some crazy girl who went to my school. She brought a knife to school last year or stole one out of the cafeteria or something. She had a crazy history too, and she went to a mental hospital and never came back. Interest bubbled up inside of me, and some invisible force caused my hand to move. The cursor hovered over her bright blue name before collapsing on top of it.

Her profile mirrored mine. In her bio box, it had all of her information in it, and, what's different, a date.

05-28-74. Never forget, always remember. That was just a few months ago.

"What in the…" I murmured as I shook my head, confused and bewildered. "Never forget, always remember? What do they mean? What's so important about this date?"

I scrolled to the very bottom to see her first post. It was before she came here. The day before, actually.

I'm so nervous to go to my new school tomorrow. The last one didn't go so well. Daddy said I was mature enough to get one of these. Hopefully, I'll meet new friends on here! Anyway, I hope everyone is nice tomorrow. I'm sure it's just first day jitters though. Nothing new. Wish me luck!

A few comments from family members saying words of encouragement, but nothing else. "I have got to check this out."

Suddenly, my dad's voice boomed from downstairs. "Finn? Time for dinner! Come on down!"

"Coming down!" I minimized the page, standing up. I let out a breath of delight. I can't believe it. Alice, of all people. Shaking my head, a sprinted downstairs to the dining room.

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