Fang
Fang sat on his bed, waiting for his computer to turn on. He drummed his fingers on the hard, silver dashboard, and hummed a tune to a random song in his head.
Am I actually expecting to find something, Fang pondered, on bird kids? Who knows if that man was even in his right mind. Am I just being stupid?
After what seemed like years, the computer finally came on. Fang typed in his password and he was brought to his desktop. Fang clicked on his search engine, went to Google, and typed in "bird kids."
Fang took a deep breath and hit enter. And he held in a gasp when the page pulled up.
There were no results.
The results that usually pulled up when you typed in weren't there. All Google provided was alternative ways to type it instead of bird kids.
"How is this even possible?" Fang muttered. "This just doesn't add up. No results? None at all?"
Fang exited out of Google and tried Yahoo. The exact same thing happened. He even tried Bing and AOL! The number of results that came up totaled a big fat zero.
"I don't think I've ever seen this happen before. I didn't even know this was possible. Something seems a little bit… off."
Fang shut his computer and sat down on his bed, utterly perplexed. The internet usually has limitless links to websites, photos, and videos.
If nothing shows up, does that mean someone tampered with it?
Fang shot up and started to pace around the room. "That could make sense. But does someone have enough power do that?
He opened his door and headed downstairs, where his parents sat on the couch watching television. He knew that both of his parents worked in science, so they could probably understand this situation.
"Hi Mom and Dad," he said.
"Hi sweetie!" his mom responded. "What's up?"
"Well, I have a question."
"What is it?" Fang's dad asked.
"Is it possible to erase everything from an internet search? Like, if you type something in and nothing comes up?"
Fang's parents exchanged a look and turned to face Fang, shutting the television off.
"It could be possible," his father began. "But you have to be in high authority to do that. Why are you asking? What are you looking for?"
"Um, nothing in particular," Fang replied. "Just curious. Well thanks a lot. I'm going to go now." Fang whirled around and headed up the stairs. Just as he was about to enter his room, he could fairly hear his parent's voices. He pretended to enter his room, but instead, crept to the top of the stairs where he would be out of view from them.
His mom started, "Jim, is there a way he-"
Fang's father cut her off. "No, it's not possible Lacey. There's no way he would even consider that idea. We're very good at what we do. He was probably just bored and that popped into his head. Kids are very interested in random things."
Lacey sighed. "You're probably right. Am I just being too paranoid?"
"Yes, you are. There is nothing to worry about. And if he brings it up again, we can just call headquarters, no big deal."
Fang heard the television turn on, and he knew that the conversation was over.
Fang slumped against the wall, his body colliding with the floor silently. So many thoughts and questions swirled through his head. What's going on? What is headquarters? What do my parents know? Are they even my parents?
But Fang knew one thing for sure.
He had to do a little more digging.
Hey guys. So I reread my last chapter and physically cringed. Sorry for that crappy chapter. I hope this one is a tiny bit better. Sorry for the slow updates. I was sick this week so I hadn't got around to writing. What sucks is less and less people are reviewing. Please review! I like to know what people think of my story. Thanks for reading! Read and review!