Arlo brought me to the park! Bug even bought me a new watercolor palette and canvas so I could paint while we're there! He was beaming when they handed me what he bought for me, proud of beeself for knowing me well.
We sat in the grass; I painted while Arlo looked up at the sky. The air was so refreshing after being stuck inside most of the week, and it was warm enough to wear a light jacket. Grass was just starting to grow, bright green blades peeking up from the ground.
"Hey Wren, that person from the Starby's kinda creeped me out." Arlo said suddenly, picking grass apart.
"I know. But he just seemed a little awkward, try not to judge them too much, okay? Maybe she just wanted to be friends but didn't know how." I sat down my paints so I could pay more attention. Arlo looked up at me, scrunching up bees face, but then nodded.
"Okay... I hope they don't talk to us again though..." He said. I shrug, and start painting again.
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That night my computer really started acting up. It was like it had a mind of its own, opening apps randomly, playing songs without me opening Spotify, and even typing stuff on its own. It opened Google Docs and would start writing these sort of... love letters? They never said who it was to though.
Arlo told me I was hacked. I wasn't so ready to believe that. So I just restarted my computer and left it for the next day. It could just be having a rough day, it does stuff like that sometimes. Nothing like writing love letters but who knows.
When I went to sleep I thought of that girl. The one at the Starby's. Was she why Arlo felt that something was wrong? Even I felt like something was wrong when she was talking to us. I usually don't feel like that. I tried pushing it away, but I couldn't.
Right before I fell asleep my computer turned itself back on. It lit up, whirring from just starting up, but then died. It scared the crap out of all of us, Me, Arlo, and our other room mate Valeria. Arlo just threw a pillow at the laptop and went back to sleep.
But I couldn't sleep that night. Something wasn't right.
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