Behind The Screens

24 | That's What Friends are For

Britten

Spring break.
About time.
And it was also about time I made some changes.... On my blog. Today- March 11th- was the day I decided to let go of my blog- For good. I'd had this blog for four years, but recent events made me realize that what happens away from my laptop is what matters most.

Sorry I haven't posted in forever, I began. There's been so much going on, new sights, new feelings, new memories, new responsibilities. It's all overwhelming and, so you know, I do appreciate the support you all give me. There's no better way to say this than come right out and say it. So... I'm letting go of this account. I am so glad to have shared my laughs, my cries, and my rage with you all. xoxo GWAB

"I did it." I said as I walked into the living room, carrying my laptop. "You told them who you were?" Mira asked, looking back at me. I shook my head. "No, but I did tell them that I'm deleting and thanked them for being so kind and-"
"Oops! I no longer care." Mira whipped back around and continued watching sponge bob. I shook my head and chuckled.

My phone suddenly started to ring, so I quickly sat my laptop down on the bar in the kitchen and slipped my phone out of my pocket to answer. "Hello?" I said after I pressed call. "It's me." Alex responded. I laughed.

"May I help you?" I said, plopping down on the couch next to Mira. "You finally did it." Alex said over the phone. I nodded as if he could see me. "Yea. I'm deleting it in twenty four hours."
"Better make sure no one hacks it." Alex suggested. "Why would they do that?" I curiously asked.

"Okay, I don't wanna hear your conversation, go somewhere else." Mira demanded. She had changed the channel and was now watching Friends. "Rachel is not having this baby without me. Shoo!" Doing as was told, I walked out onto the back porch and sat on our fluffy, pink chair.

"I'm sorry, what?" I began talking again. "When a popular blog post about them deleting, almost everyone knows that it'll be a day before they delete completely." Alex explained.

"And?" I replied, propping my feet up on the foot rest. "Aaand that gives hackers a whole day to try to reboot it and pretend it's you." He continued.

"And how would you know?" I asked. "I may or may not have done it two or three times." He admitted. I quickly sat up. "Alex!" I exclaimed. "What! I stopped like six months ago." I rolled my eyes. "I didn't even know you could hack."
"Surprise, surprise, I'm undercover."

"Anyways, I'm just warning you that you may get hacked." Alex said. "Stop trying to scare me." I said.

"Some of those hackers out there are quite important." Alex retaliated. "I don't believe you were." I teased. He scoffed. "Um, actually, you're-- okay, you're right. Whatever." I laughed. "Anyway," he continued. "The point is that you need to intently watch your blog. There could be someone on it right now."

And he was right.

About ten minutes later, I was on my blog profile and saw a post that wasn't mine. It wasn't anything horrible- yet. Just a simple: I've decided to keep my account.

I looked at the notes and realized that I was almost too late; The post already had a hundred notes. Regardless, I deleted the post and decided not to wait twenty four hours to delete my account. I deleted the account about five minutes later, never checking my posts again.