Hacker 2105

Chapter 1-Celeste

Hacking. This school ranks students on their hacking ability based on their assignments and tests scores. I have been ranked number 1; therefore, I have been placed in an advanced class for future hackers; the future prestigious white hats, grey hats, and black hats are all in this room. I was sitting on an uncomfortable metal chair in the back of the room in front of a homemade laptop, that I designed to hack any software, in front of a silver-colored desk. My black leather jacket, ripped jeans, and grey t-shirt makes me appear more dangerous than most of the girls here.

"Your assignment for today is to hack this twenty-layer encryption in half an hour", Mrs. Genesis stated while handing out a blue USB to every student. Her pale skin, dark brown hair, and blue eyes makes her appear more like a student than a humble school teacher. I place the USB into one of the three available ports on the right side of my computer and begin to work.

Hold on, you might be wondering how I ended up here. Let me stop here and rewind to a bit of history for context. I was born with brown eyes, black hair, and peach-colored skin. Every day after school, since I was ten years old, I went on my computer and began to create simple designs using code; I started off coding shapes of various colors. One year later, I started building websites. I earned some cash building websites for companies, earning one hundred dollars per website, then began working on more complex coding the following year. I finished my high school diploma when I was thirteen and ended up with a flawless GPA. I focused on increasing my hacking abilities after graduation, barely leaving my room for hours at a time. I built up my skills to be able to hack any device and file on the planet for the next two years. The next five years I was a professional hacker. You might ask: Why are you in this class then? I planned to buy my own apartment after my sixth year after graduation. Five years after graduation, however, I had to move out of my parent's apartment; luckily, on the same day, an invitation to attend this school on a full scholarship. Once accepted into this school, each student gets an identification number along with the word 'Hacker.' My identification is 'Hacker 2105.' Now, let's continue with the class.

I hacked the twenty-layers of encryption in ten minutes; it was simple. I walk to the front of the class, where the teacher is sitting behind a metal desk, and I give the teacher the USB. She checked to see if I completed the assignment by plugging it into her computer, and nodded at me with an expressionless face, which symbolized that I finished the assignment flawlessly and I can leave. I open the turn the cold handle of the metal door and walk into the hallway.