Hacked

Dan Malarkey is your average thirteen-year-old boy. He loves video games, hates schoolwork, and has a tendency to procrastinate. As if that’s the biggest part of his sucky life: his dad’s rarely ever home, his mom is in a recovery home for alcoholics somewhere in Illinois, and he’s practically ignored at school by everyone except for Melvina Tate, the ugliest girl in the universe, who has a major crush on him, and his gullible, computer genius best friend Robertina.

But when he and Robertina discover Omega Silver, a ring of hackers working undercover and Beijing, of course they have to try to stop them. With the help of Melvina, a computer genius abandoned by her parents because of China’s one-child rule, and the abnormally short son of one of China’s most powerful people, they set out to try to stop Omega Silver. But they soon run into a lot of problems. It’s going to take a lot more than hacking to stop a ring of hackers.

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2. Chapter 1

Hello to all my nonexistent fans! I wrote this story about a year ago, and recently started editing it for the second time, making it better and stuff. I plan  to publish this story, like as an actual book, so constructive criticism (define: you point out both the good things and the bad things, and try to help me resolve the bad things. You do NOT hate) would be much appreciated.

Updates will probably be pretty slow, so don't hold your breath. :)

Okay. Here we go, Chapter 1. :D

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The door to the subway closed with a loud clunk. Honestly, San Francisco’s subway system needs a makeover more than Fat, Ugly, Stupid Melvina-Tate-Who-Has-A-Crush-On-Me does. But I'm only thirteen. How much of a say do I have in these things?

On a normal day, my best friend Robertina Chen would have rode home with me, but she got suspended because some idiot dared her to pull the fire alarm for fifty bucks. She may be a pretty, ultra-supreme computer genius, but she’s also a very gullible pretty, ultra-supreme computer genius.

Robertina and I live in a super high-rise apartment building that overlooks San Francisco Harbor, and because of that, the subway station nearest my apartment is rather pretty and has a few concession stands, which is why I like to hang out there after school. Not on this particular day, though. I had an essay to write.

Five minutes later, I opened the door to my empty apartment. My father worked in a high-paying job at San Francisco Harbor, and he’s away most of the day. Last I heard from my mother, she’d sent me a Christmas card and thirty bucks spending money from that group home for recovering alcoholics. So until five P.M., I had the apartment to myself.

I sat down at my computer to begin the two-paragraph essay explaining my view on immigration. I was staring at the blank Word document when my phone rang. The caller ID read “Melvina.” How that cow got my number, I wouldn’t like to know.

I sighed and picked up the phone. “Hello, Melvina.”

“Hi, Dan!” she said in a cutesy singsong voice that made me want to barf. “You know how there’s a dance on Friday?”

“Uh, can we talk about this tomorrow? I have to do that immigration essay, you know.” I wouldn’t have liked to talk about this tomorrow. Or the next day. Or ever. But I needed to get her off my back so I could concentrate.

“Okay, bye!” She hung up. I have absolutely no idea what she sees in me. I'm the most generic eighth-grader you’ll ever meet. My hair’s light brown and goes to about my ears. My skin isn’t too light or too dark. I play viola. I write in a journal. The frames of my glasses are wiry, and so is my body. I have a strange habit for procrastinating, which could explain why when I should have been fudging a view on immigration, I opened a web browser and walked into a whole mess of trouble.

One of my favorite ways of procrastinating is typing a totally random word in Google and seeing what comes up. Then I’d explore all the pages. I’d tried Googlewhacking, but it just wasn’t really my style. It was too hard to try and find two words that, when typed into Google’s search box, garnered only one result. And once you googlewhacked something, at least fifty kajillion pages popped up all over the Web about that particular Googlewhack. If you wanted actual satisfaction, my version of “web surfing” was a better bet.

I thought for a second before typing “violin-playing Tyrannosaurus Rex” and clicking “Google search.” I scrolled down, and something caught my eye. It was a blog titled “Omega Silver.” I decided to click on it.

The first post was titled “Violin-playing Tyrannosaurus Rex,” and the post was an utterly random gibberish combination of letters and numbers. If I were in a video game, I would have had a question mark over my head.

Suddenly, Robertina burst into my apartment and my phone rang. Simultaneously. I waved to Robertina and picked up my phone.

It was Melvina again. “Are you done with your homework yet?”

“Melvina, it’s been five minutes.”

“Oh, sorry.” She hung up.

I rolled my eyes and put the phone down. “Hi, Robertina.”

She ignored me and looked to my screen. “This doesn’t look like homework to me.”

“That’s because it’s not homework. It’s the blog of someone who quite obviously does various drugs.”

Robertina stood there for a second, staring at the screen in disbelief. She was pretty when she finally shut up, but that didn’t happen enough for her to realize that.  About half the guys in the school had crushes on her, and they had plenty reason to. With shiny black hair that fell almost to her waist and a bright, pearly smile that countered the blackness of her hair, she was by far the most beautiful girl in school, maybe even on earth. But by talking a little too much she’d deterred the other half from falling in love with her, and I was proud to be included in that other half.

“Yeah. Uh, no.”

“What?” I looked over at her.

“The person who runs this blog doesn’t do drugs.” She sounded so serious, I almost cracked up.

“And what makes you think so?” I raised an eyebrow and bit my lip to keep from laughing.

“I don’t think anything,” she said. “I know that this is the blog of an undercover ring of hackers called Omega Silver.”

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