I’m just about halfway through the day, but I’m feeling like the last half of my first year of high school has been an absolute nightmare.
I’m in class with a group of friends and a lot of them seem really into sports.
One of them, a guy who was my favorite friend, got a little too excited when he saw me and my friends talking about the NBA playoffs.
“What’s going on with you guys?” he asked, and we started talking about how much we all hated the Celtics.
I’m still not sure what that meant, because I didn’t even know what “Celtics” was.
The conversation quickly turned to our own teams.
I was pretty sure that the Celtics were going to win the championship and win the NBA championship, so we all had to be rooting for them.
Then I got to talking to one of my friends about her sister, and she started crying, because she was so sad about her cancer diagnosis.
“I feel like it’s just getting worse and worse,” she said.
And it was.
I wasn’t expecting that at all, but it made me feel worse than I had ever felt before.
When I finally got home from school and checked my email, I was shocked to see that my phone had been hacked and I’d been sent a picture of my sister’s phone.
It wasn’t the first time I had been victimized, but for some reason I hadn’t noticed it until after the fact.
I started to panic, because it was clear that I hadn, in fact, been hacked.
As I opened the email, my eyes widened.
They were locked.
Weeks later, I found out that the photo of my phone was a fake.
At first, I thought it was a prank or a scam, because the photo was obviously fake.
But as I tried to figure out how to remove the fake, it was obvious that it wasn’t.
After months of research, I contacted the hacker who had sent the photo and asked if I could help him remove the image.
He told me that it was in his name and the photos were from his Instagram account.
He then sent me a link to his Instagram page, which revealed that he also had his own Instagram account, and it was linked to the Instagram account that he used to send the photo.
That led me to believe that he had uploaded it himself, but he also told me he hadn’t.
He said that he was uploading the photo to his own account, which he hadn.
This lead me to a conclusion that the only person who had the image was my sister.
I asked him if he had shared it with anyone else, and he admitted to it.
Now, I had to get her the real picture.
On February 1, 2017, my sister emailed me to tell me that the pictures were fake and that she had been contacted by the hacker.
She said that the picture was sent to her and that her family were all in shock.
She said that they hadn’t even heard from me since my diagnosis, and that I was probably going to be in a lot more trouble for it than for it being real.
Even though I had a few months to live, I still felt guilty.
I wanted to make sure that I didn.
My sister didn’t want the picture taken and I didn, so I sent it to her.
What she didn’t know was that the hacker had taken the pictures of her and her sister as well.
So now I had an opportunity to do something.
I called my sister, telling her that I would take the picture of her.
She was really, really upset, and I think that was the moment she finally understood what was happening.
About two weeks later, the hacker sent her a text message.
You are now a celebrity in our eyes.
The hackers that I have been talking to are now asking me for this picture of your sister.
She is so scared of you.
Me: You’re not going to believe this.
She will believe this, because her sister is the one that is holding you responsible.
I will do everything I can to make you look bad.
Hacker: Thank you.
We are sorry that we did this to you.
You can delete the pic now, but we will never share it with others.
Her reaction was exactly the opposite of what I was expecting.
She texted me back and told me she was just going to delete the picture and send it to the hacker and her family.
There was one problem: she was already sharing the photo with a friend.
So I sent her the fake picture.
I told her to call the hacker, and when she got there, she was very angry and said she was not going anywhere.
Since she was the one sharing the picture, I assumed that she would be the one who deleted it