“Let’s see…” I thumbed through my notebooks, trying to find my prey. “AHA!” There. I picked out my brick designed sketchbook, ready to make some magic. Well, oneof the kinds of magic I like to make. I started revising my sketch for the inner workings of a music and electronic system I was designing; headphones, microphone, sound board, and a laptop –all of the works. I wanted it all to be wireless. Not to mention awesome as well too.
Suddenly, I felt the heavy breath of someone else on my shoulder. I turned toward him, about to ask if he knew what the hell personal space was but he spoke first, and I noted it was in admiration, “Wow. Those specs are unbelievable. I don’t think I’ve seen Apple with anything that complex.”
I smirked. “That’s because I stopped working for Apple a while ago.”
His eyes popped in confusion. “Whoa. You worked for Apple? Bravo. You don’t look like you’re older than twenty.” I smiled politely. Honestly, compliments on my previous job or my constructions made me apprehensive; I didn’t like sharing personal information with anyone really and especially not a complete stranger.
The curly brunette thankfully took the hint that it was his time to go and started to get up from the seat he had taken next to me, but, unfortunately, he stopped to say one more thing to me. “You know, you look kind of familiar?” He worded it as a question, his eyebrows scrunching together between his green eyes. I picked up on his British accent –definitely not from New York City.
“Hmm?” Okay he was a little off his rocker. I definitely didn’t know this guy. For one, I don’t know people and two, I definitely don’t know any Britt’s. “Well, um, sorry? I don’t know you.” Some unease started growing as he was mulling over thoughts a few feet away, not moving. I coughed and he looked up. “I probably just have one of those faces. Just recognizable, eh?” God I certainly hoped not. Could he leave now? I was becoming somewhat impatient.
“Uh yeah, I’m sure you’re right, sorry if I bothered you. Nice designs again.” The stranger smiled, dimples flashing before uncoordinatedly walking out of the coffee shop.
He had funny feet, like they were too big for him; almost like clown feet. I giggled as I packed away my sketchbook in my messenger bag and pulled out my laptop. As I flipped open my MacBook’s lid I paused my all too ready keyboard experienced fingers, was someone watching me? Instead of turning around, like every naïve person does, I glanced in reflective surfaces around me. Off of the mirror in a napkin holder I caught the last flash of a very familiar black trench coat, but it couldn’t be! He was the whole reason I ran away, why I quit my secretive job at Apple Co., the whole reason I was always so scared! Until I found out he was dead. It just couldn’t be him! I would not let my brain trick me into thinking it.
I sighed, expelling the frazzles from my mind. I was not going to get antsy now, after a whole year since the death confirmation. Maybe some Tumblr time would help.
Clicking onto the familiar blogging site I groaned as I saw I would need to login again. This would be a bitch. I only logged in my password five times before changing it. Which meant I would need to change my password on the next login. Good to stay on my toes I guess.
Email: CravingButterscotch@yahoo.com
Password: 266E2N3FI6D6E
My email was the only real thing of myself on the internet. I didn’t have a Facebook, I didn’t have a Twitter, all I had was a Tumblr –a Tumblr for my anonymous blogging might I add– and a Soundcloud. I did have an Instagram, but I didn’t use it seeing as I didn’t want photos of myself up there; I only took photos of my drawings and equipment and things that could never tell you who was behind it.
Why was I so secretive? you might ask.
When you’re THE top hacker of the States, anonymous has an entirely different meaning. If I wasn’t anonymous I’d be in jail, fined highly, and not to mention in serious danger.
My eyes bulged as I clicked onto my Tumblr dashboard via Login. Right God damn there was a picture of Harry Styles. What was so special about that when millions of girls ran blogs dedicated to him? The stranger that had been right God damn here had been Harry Styles and he had just been complimenting my computer designs.
“Fuck.” I bit out. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
This could ruin everything!
I searched through my Tumblr followers quickly. To my dismay, and a skip of my heart was the account OneDiretion following me. I looked familiar, now I fucking know why! I had only ever posted a sketchy black and white photo of myself, going by the name Prodigy. If someone was super close and burned the photo into their retinas, yes, I did look like it. But at first glance, you couldn’t tell that I was the girl in the photo. Black and white photos don’t give off the actual hues of my vibrant red and edgy cut hair, nor did it show my pale skin and ever-black nails. It only showed fuzzy features. And that boy must’ve spent a lot of time analyzing my features to have “recognized” me. Or he knew someone who looked like me. I doubted the latter. It was stupid of me to ever post it. I was lonely and wanted to see comments on people being shocked I was a girl. But, now it was just a stupid teenager mistake and if I deleted it it would look suspicious. I didn’t really have any other choice though. Prodigy’s face? OFFICIALLY DELETED.
This could put a damper on things though.
One Direction’s new album “Take Me Home” was coming out in stores in exactly two months and I was hoping to shake things up and give the directioners of their world an early Christmas gift by releasing the whole album. And I do mean whole. The whole cha-bang. There was twenty songs that millions of girls wanted and only I could grant them that wish.
But if Harry was a regular on my blog, did I want to do that to them?
Wait, what did I really care?
Honestly, the guy made millions and I had done this so many times before.
You would think that I would’ve been completely shut down, and hunted by the Federal government. But –thankfully– it was a nope. I was truly anonymous. I scrambled my IP address to several service towers all over the world, and even if it was the CIA hunting me, they wouldn’t find me because of all of the precautions I put in place. And as for my Tumblr staying ready-set-to go 24/7, that was simple. I mashed David Karp’s HTML up so I would have complete 100% access to my blog forever with no restrictions. Those copyright rules? They didn’t extend to me with my cutting around the corners and skipping through back doors.
Back onto my potential hacking complication…I had done so much shit already, my work was good and thorough, what did it really matter? If he saw it and his anger fumed, which I’m sure it would, he could retaliate with trying to find me. Not that he would, but still. What if he did connect some dots? What if those dots led to me?
What was I doing? I said I wasn’t going to be a worry-wart but that was exactly what I was doing.
I shook the fog out of my head as my iPod started to play music, “Mowgli’s Road” by Marina & The Diamonds stomping into my eardrums. Everyone else that has heard it tells me it just sounds like a girl writing hub-a-loo on crack, but for me it spells out choosing whether to be sane or crazy; deciding between what a heart wants and what the mind knows. Like Marina sings, There’s a fork in the road. But, which way do I go?
A/N: Ahhh.... So this is the beginning to chaos. I update as soon as I finish a chapter, which may be a hectic amount of days or a couple hours of later. Don't get except with my frazzle hazy writer brain. But, I hope everyone enjoys the story! Stay tuned for more!
-Ellis
