Ch 17.

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Cassidy Wilcox

(the bestfriend)


I had all nine letters.
Nine letters. Nine spaces.

Well sure I had homework but this is Lalia, it won't matter if I don't do it. I have all weekend anyway.

I combined all of the letters in different urls. 

I glanced back down at the piece of paper. Only two options left. I pick the top one. After hours of putting together combinations and testing them this was the moment. If it wasn't this one it has to be the other. If not, all hope is lost.

I put each letter in carefully making sure that there aren't any mistakes. I enter this and the screen loads. Webpage error screams back at me. I sigh and look at the last combination. This is my last hope.

I look back at the screen and repeat what I'd been doing for hours. At the last second, right before I hit enter, I hesitate. What if this is fake. What if it doesn't lead me to anything. On the other hand, what if this real and this could be a possibility.

I hit enter before I can change my mind and the screen loads. Finally the page opens and I am greeted with a page asking for a password. Password? I rummage through the papers on my bed and find the letter. It says nothing about a password. I look back up at the screen. I click on the box and text appear underneath. "FAVORITE QUOTE AUTHOR" lingers there and then disappears after a few seconds. I smile because after months of being gone she still lingers in the stuff she left behind. "Edna Mode" gets put into the box and gets accepted. And again there is another box. "FAVORITE QUOTE." And once again I smile because again I know this one. I type "I never look back, darlings. It distracts from the now" into the box and linger before hitting enter.

Three words greet me after that. 

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