Does Area-51 really exist? Which country will the U.S. be planning to attack next? How did I know my talent would get me in trouble?
Well, I know the answer to both the first questions and the answer to the last question is obvious.
Maybe I should explain.
My name is Nicola Williams. I am 16 and I am a hacker. That should explain a lot right there.
When I was twelve years old my 6th year class was having a discussion about aliens and whether Area-51 rumours were true. So I decided that I would look it up on Google. Nothing interesting came up. So I decided I'd do something weird. By going from website to website and I eventually found what I was looking for. All I had to do was add a few codes and passwords and I would be into the government's secret service. I loved finding codes. It always seemed like a puzzle game to me that seemed so hard to those who could not figure out the basics of hacking. And then Wham! I'm in the secret service.
Of course, I was smart enough not boast about knowing aliens and Area-51 are real.
So that's basically how I learned how to hack.
The other side of me is pretty basic. I have loving yet a little bit overprotective parents. An older sister who likes to pretend I don't exist and is a total drama queen. We just moved to Markton two years ago and I can't stand it. It's way too quiet and there's nothing here. If you're going to move to New York move to a big city like Manhattan or even Gotham City. Who knows? We could have stumbled into Batman.
Urg, this town is way too run down for me. Everyone looks at me like I'm a freak. Ok, so maybe I'm a little emo (the only emo in this town to be exact), maybe I talk and think differently, and maybe I'm not religious. Whatever! Why do other people care so much? This town seems to have unofficial rules and expectations of others.
The unofficial expectations of Markton:
1) You must be Catholic and go to church every Sunday
2) You must wear preppy clothes like Hollister and Abercrombie
3) NEVER express yourself in anyway
The rest of my family meets all of those requirements, and then there's me. The expressive, atheist emo.
How much more crappy can it get?
Thank whoever (I never say God because it might insult other religions) for hacking. If hacking didn't exist then I would have died of suicide by now. Hacking is the only thing no one can take from me. (YEAH! Take that you Markton bitches!)
So that's my background. But how does it all add up to now? My life hanging by a thread and me working for a complete wacko? This will be a long story so get ready.
