Freak Week

It's the End of the World as We Know It

Dear Robot Diary,

I'm not even sure I can trust you anymore. I don't even want to write anything in you anymore. What is that message I found in you this morning? Who left it there? Was it you? Do you actually have a mind of your own? Was it Villain? Was it someone else?

All I know is that someone wants to destroy me.

I just don't know whom to trust. But I'm going to continue to write in you. Just in case something does happen to me. You'll help me, won't you Robo Diary? Someone hacked you, betrayed your trust. I'd never do that. You have to fight back. We have to fight back.

If I'm the key, I have to fight back.

Which might be a little hard today. Everything's up in the air. Literally. I'm only able to write right now because I tied myself and you down to a table.

Oh. And it's like World War Freak Week.

Let's flashback to this morning. We were in the cafeteria, not wanting to head to the roof the day of the no gravity. Yeah, I don't know why we thought it would be a good idea at first either.

"Look at this message I received last night," I said to the group, showing them the encrypted message on my robot diary. "Someone broke through my security. That's no easy feat. My password has three capitals, three numbers, two question marks, and the promise of my firstborn baby!"

"Someone must've hacked the system," Marmie said. "And we're the only ones here."

Her words took a moment to settle in. Then I pushed my feet against the floor, hurtling myself backward from the group. My eyes caught Crush's as I floated backward. "We have a traitor in our likes! I bet it's Harry. I pretend I like him but I really feel vague about him!" I gasped, covering my mouth.

"That hurts, Lace!" Harry called back. "I have a massive crush on you. And a massive—"

"It must be you!" Banana cried. "You're jealous that Lace likes—"

"Banana!" I yelled. "Why don't you ever stop talking? You're like the old lady you run into the grocery store that talks about her seven cats and twenty grand children for ten hours!"

"Is that really how you think of me?"

Shut up mouth— "I definitely don't think of you as a banana."

"How could you—"

"This. Is. INSANITY!" Marmie shouted, letting go of her anchor and floating toward the lunchroom ceiling. Her legs kicked wildly. "Why are we fighting? We need to figure out who wants Lace dead. I'm tired of playing the peace keeper!"

I grappled for a chair to keep myself steady. "Marmie's right. Let's all try our best to keep ourselves grounded for now. Marmie, come back down from the ceiling."

"I miss my wife," Mr. Kevin sobbed. "NO I DON'T!" he then argued back at himself.

Robo-D, this is why the fourth day of Freak Week is the worst. Does anyone really want to say exactly what they're thinking all the time? No. Does anyone want to hear what everyone is thinking? No. Especially not from Mr. Kevin's heartbroken mind.

"Someone here wants Lacy gone," Crush said as we all finally settled in again.

"Me," Banana spoke up.

I stared at her.

"Sometimes," she amended sheepishly. "Sorry. Can't control what I say. You know I love you, girl."