Instagram: (standing at the front of the office room) Hey everyone! I'm starting a new project called #ThrowbackThursday. I will interview each of you during the week, and on Thursday I'll post the results. This week's theme is... High school!

Google: Hold on, why wasn't I asked before the creation of this club?

Yahoo: Because 1: You're not a browser, and 2: We knew you'd say yes anyway.

Google: (smiling) I hate that you know me so well.

Instagram: Just stop by the conference room for your interview next break!

Tumblr: We have a conference room?

Google: It's where we have our meetings. Haven't you been attending our meetings?

Tumblr: How come I've never heard about this?

Yahoo: We assign Facebook to tell everyone in our group.

Tumblr: ?

Facebook: Well, you're not in our group, so it sucks to be you.

Tumblr: -_-

Facebook: ''-_-"

*4 hours later*

Instagram: Is anyone here yet? *silence* No? Well, I guess I'll have to interview myself first.

*flashback*

Instagram: The year was 2011. I was seventeen and had been working at Computer Corp. for almost a year. Uggs were just starting to gain popularity and silly bands were finally a thing of the past. Justin Bieber was still known for sounding like a tweenage girl and it was almost Snapchat's birthday.  

(Young) Instagram: (following Snapchat down the hall) Dancing queen, young & sweet, only seventeen...

Snapchat: Omg shut up! I don't turn 17 until Tuesday!

Instagram: Yes, but how do you know I'm not the dancing queen?

Snapchat: Oh please, you can't even do a cartwheel.

Instagram: *does cartwheel in the middle of crowded hallway*  You were saying?

Snapchat: Lol, we're going to miss lunch.

*at lunch*

Snapchat: Ugh, yogurt again? Why can't we ever have pizza?!

Instagram: Whatever. I always have decaf coffee and salad. Hey, would you mind using my phone to take a picture of me with my food?

Snapchat: Sure! Will you do the same for me?

Instagram: Of course!

*They take pictures*

Snapchat: So, what's being 17 like?

Instagram: A lot like 16, except now you're older than most young adult protagonists. Well, except Katniss.

Snapchat: Who?

Instagram: Oh! I forgot you don't read.

Snapchat: So, I was thinking of getting a job. My mom expects me to work now. Isn't that insane?

Instagram: Lmao yes! We all know Snapchat never  works!

Snapchat: Lol. Do you have any advice for me?

Instagram: Well, you could work at a fast food place-

Snapchat: With these nails around the deep fryer?

Instagram: Or as a cashier-

Snapchat: I'd be sued on the first day.

Instagram: Or-

Snapchat: Listen, I know what I want to do. I want a job at Computer Corp. You seem to be enjoying it. You always come to school with stories about Tumblr and Facebook and Google, and with a name like Snapchat I'd fit right in.

Instagram: Listen, Snapple Pictogra Chatterson, it's tough being new there. I don't know how I got in with the popular girls, but that was pure luck! It's a 1 in a million chance of the same happening to you.

Snapchat: I'm willing to take that chance.

(Present day) Instagram: The truth was, I knew that Facebook, Twitter, and Skype would love her. I knew they'd think her habit of taking photos and immediately deleting them was cute. I just wanted this to be my thing and be the only website from Medowview high school. But I bit my tongue and let her interview. She got the job, but was constantly being sued. She now dates every person in the dating website division. But she's happy, and that's what really matters.

*end flashback*

Tumblr: *sarcastic clapping* Bravo. Bra-freaking-vo. Truly amazing.

Instagram: How long have you been sitting here?

Tumblr: Since you started singing "Dancing Queen". I flipping love that song.

Instagram: Do you want to interview or not?

Tumblr: I will. My story deals with an entirely different set of students from a different school. The school's name was University of Roger Lewis, or URL for short. A lot of websites went to school there. Three in particular were me, Chrome, and Roblox. 

*flashback*

(Young) Tumblr: Omg I can't believe we only have a month left until graduation.

Roblox: I know! And my stupid little brother Minecraft is still failing the 6th grade. Sucks to be you, brick head.

Chrome: I wish I had a younger brother to pick on. I was in 2nd grade when Eugene graduated.

Tumblr: Meh. I'm an only child, but my parents don't give a crap what I do.

Tumblr's Mom: (offscreen) Tumblr, is your room cleaned yet?

Tumblr: OMG Mom I did that yesterday!

Roblox: Such a difficult life.

*awkward silence*

Tumblr: So, where's Eugene work again?

Chrome: He's been working at that Computer Corp. building down the street. And he wants us to call him "Mr. Google" now.

Tumblr: I've heard about that place. What exactly do they do there?

Roblox: Lots of stuff. Game design, matchmaking, marketing, and my favorite...

Chrome: Time wasting!

Tumblr: What?

Roblox: Well, the official name is "Social media", but everyone knows all they do is sit around and do nothing.

Chrome: Google's trying to change it by making his job searching for stuff.

Roblox: But all anyone else searches for who else has their name.

Tumblr: Why would anyone want a job like that?

Chrome: Google says it pays well, plus free wifi.

Tumblr: FREE WIFI? LOTS OF CASH? Lady and Gentleman, we are going to get that job.

Chrome: Idk, they almost never hire teenagers. 

Tumblr: Must you be such a buzzkill? We have to find some way to get all this money.

Roblox: I'm not saying we should, in fact we definitely shouldn't, but we could get it all by robbing the place.

Chrome: Lol we'd never-

Tumblr: YES ROBLOX YOU'RE A GENIUS!  WE ARE ROBBING THIS PLACE TONIGHT!

Tumblr's mom: What's that?

Tumblr: Nothing, mother.

*later*

Tumblr: Do you guys have the stuff?

Roblox: I have my brother's pick ax.

Chrome: I have Google's key card.

Roblox: Oh. I guess that makes what I brought completely obsolete.

Chrome: Uh-huh.

Tumblr: Shh! The front door's over there. *tries key card*

Roblox: *smashes through the glass door*

Tumblr: What'd you do that for?

Roblox: I might only have one chance in my life to use this pick ax, so you'd better believe I'm smashing everything I can!

*inside*

Tumblr: Wow, this place is boring.

Chrome: Where's all the wifi? I can't see it.

Tumblr: Good god, Chrome! You wouldn't even be able to tell you're Google's brother!

Roblox: We don't steal the wifi, we steal the router. Now, I've found a map of the structure of the building. If we could just-

Mysterious voice (actually Yahoo): Hold it right there.

Roblox: RUN FOR IT!

All of them try to run away. Chrome goes upstairs. Roblox runs outside and escapes. Tumblr looks around for a place to run to, but after a few minutes just gives up and cries.

Yahoo: Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to scare all of you!

Tumblr: Well, you did. What're you going to do? Arrest me?

Yahoo: Well, I probably should, but you showed real spunk and sass out there, something we respect here in the social media division of Computer Corp.

Tumblr: Great. I'm being arrested by the one corporation that gets me. 

Yahoo: Oh, no. I was planning on offering you a job.

Tumblr: A JOB?

Yahoo: I'll understand if you need some time to think.

Tumblr: Time to think? I'm in!

(Present day) Tumblr: I'll never understand why Yahoo offered me a job instead of calling the police. Maybe she sensed that I had qualities even I didn't know. Maybe she knew I desperately needed money. Maybe she was actually my teenage mother and felt guilty for letting me be adopted.

Instagram: *glares at Tumblr*

Tumblr: Hey, anything's possible on the internet.

Facebook: *opens conference room door* Is this little nerd done talking to you yet, gram? I have a story that will blow your minds.

Tumblr: I actually am done with my story, but since it seems you can't stand to be in the same room with me for more than five seconds without breaking out in hives, I'll be staying.

Facebook: Wow. What a long and boring sentiment.

Tumblr: Start your story, blondie.

Facebook: What did you just call me?

Instagram: Woah, let's calm down here. Facebook, start your story and leave Tumblr alone.

Facebook: Fine. I'll tell a story. It's called "I dated a senior as a sophomore and Tumblr didn't so that proves I'm better than her."

Tumblr: Hey!

Instagram: Omg are you guys in the same grade?

Facebook: Ew, no. I am exactly one year and three days older than her. She was a dorky freshman back then while I was on my seventh boyfriend.

Tumblr: What an accomplishment.

Facebook: Can you just shut up for one minute?

Tumblr: I can't. It's a medical condition.

Facebook: It's not a medical condition, you're just really  annoying.

Instagram: Anyways, tell us about this senior you dated.

Facebook: Yeah, let's use a fake name, Mitchel would be okay.

Tumblr: Mitchel? Laaaaame!

Facebook: Anyway, all the sophomores loved Mitchel. He would often skip school, and when he did come to school, he often sassed the teachers. He was like Tumblr, but cool.

Tumblr: Hey!

Facebook: But we all knew who his bae was: Tracy McCormick.

*flashback*

*at lunch*

(Young) Facebook: So, YouTube, any new vandalism on the walls of the boys' bathroom?

YouTube: Just the usual. A drawing by Tristan Blankwood of a-

Twitter: I think she means by Mitchel.

YouTube: Oh! There was a poem by him above the door. It said "I know I'm your everything, so I'll give you my all. All of this must be true, it's the writing on the wall. I would be so hopeless if we ever were  apart, my love for you is a work of art."

Facebook: OMG AWWWW!

YouTube: Then underneath it was "Roses are red, violets are blue, dear crazy stalker Facebook, this isn't for you."

Twitter: #ouch

Facebook: Nah, guys. He loves me. He's just too afraid to admit it because he'll be apart from me after this year. 

"Mitchel": *starts kissing Tracy McCormick at another table*

Twitter: Of course it's true love. Why else would he be kissing another woman?

*after school cheer practice*

Facebook: GIVE ME AN A!

Cheer team: A!

Facebook: GIVE ME A H!

Cheer team: H!

Facebook: GIVE ME A C!

Cheer team: C!

Facebook: GIVE ME AN L!

Cheer team: L! 

Cheerleader: What are we even spelling?

Facebook: Idk I just like yelling out letters. Now take 5, girls. Meet me back here ready to spell what ever I want you to spell!

Cheerleader: Why?

Facebook: Because I am the one with the golden megaphone, and you're only in charge of holding an exclamation point. 

Cheerleader: *rolls eyes and leaves*

Facebook: IT'S NOT EVEN A LETTER! IT'S PUNCTUATION!

*cheer team disperses*

Facebook: Wait, Is that Tracy and Mitchel behind the bleachers? She looks pretty P.O.'d. *walks over*

Tracy: ...And another thing, why are you so obsessed with glitter graphics? Those were never cool.

"Mitchel": I'm sorry, I just love glitter.

Tracy: Well it literally makes me sick! I just don't think we can make this relationship work out. Sorry.

"Mitchel": Are you breaking up with me?

Tracy: Yeah. I would go from the "It's not you, it's me" angle, except it is you. It's all you.

"Mitchel": Fine! Be that way! I have an entire Freshman class who wants to date me!

Facebook: *swings down from the bleachers* How about a cool sophomore instead?

"Mitchel": Meh. Okay.

(Present day) Facebook: News that we were dating spread pretty quickly. We were the school's new "it" couple. We even had a ship name, which was kind of awkward since our names rhymed.

Tumblr: What? Mitch-B****?

Instagram: Tumblr!

Tumblr: It had to be said.

(Present day) Facebook: Anyway, we dated for years. It was the longest relationship I'd ever been in. Then, we both got the same job. It was fun being coworkers for a few years. But then...

"Mitchel": Yo, I heard you're getting better reviews than me.

Facebook: Yeah! Isn't that great!?

"Mitchel": No, it isn't. See, you're supposed to support me in this relationship, and you can't do that if you make more than me.

Facebook: Sure, I'll ask Firefox to cut my paycheck. Why don't you run along to play with Wikipedia?

"Mitchel": *walks away*

Facebook: *takes knife out of her desk* *mutters to herself* I'll have them cut my pay when I cut off his head. *walks away dramatically* 

(Present day) Tumblr: Wait, you killed him?

Facebook: *leans back in her chair* I'll let you be the judge of that.

Tumblr: Oh god. Ooooh god. You killed him. You fricking killed him. Hang on... This is the only job you've ever had. And "Mitchel" would have to be 3 years older than you. And your ship name would rhyme in an un-ironic way. Considering, according to Wikipedia, your old name was "Facemash", it would be the ace part, and that would have to be a thirty year old man who went to our school and has a name ending in ace. *pauses, then yells* OMG YOU DATED MYSPACE???!!! Wait, omg you killed Myspace.

Facebook: Did I?

Instagram: WTF? I'm in a room with two non-convicted criminals?

Tumblr: Attempted burglary is not the same as actual murder!

Facebook: Who says I murdered him? I like to think of it as "putting him back in his place."

Tumblr: But by "place" you mean six feet under?

Facebook: Actually it was 5.5 feet. And he's still here, so it's all good.

Tumblr: It is not good. I always thought you'd be the one who would know absolutely nothing about getting away with murder. Teach me!

Instagram: No! Nobody is doing anything illegal from now on! 

Tumblr: Lighten up a bit, Instagram. You have to have done a crazy thing at least once in your life.

Instagram: No... Okay fine. Once I sold-

Yahoo: *opening the door* What are you guys doing in here?

Instagram, Tumblr, and Facebook: NOTHING!

Yahoo: Okay. There's cake upstairs, if anybody wants any.

Websites disperse. The episode is over.