So, I did a thing.

I decided it was a good idea to hack into the schools grading system and change the records.

What can I say, we all wish to do it.

Okay, maybe other than you. No, not you, YOU! The smart looking person who either has straight A's or just A's and B's.

Or maybe you.

Yeah, you, the one who thinks the fourth wall has been completely decimated in this story.

FYI, there is no fourth wall.

Thanos snapped it away.

Oh, right, back to the entry.

So instead of bothering with my grades, my first idea was to change everyones grade if they had F's.

Then, this morning on the intercom, they asked if anyone knew anything about the grades being changed by a student.

Of course, no one said yes.

No one knew anything of it.

"Man, that'd be pretty cool to be able to hack into stuff like that though," Jackie muttered, daydreaming.

Oh yeah, she doesn't know, by the way.

It would just give her more pressure if she needed to worry about it.

"Hey, seven-ten on third," I mumbled to her, looking at my phone screen.

Somewhere, a ways away from the school, there was a shoot out, and a man still aiming.

Jackie nodded, and started to gag.

"Ugh. . . M-Ms. Collins, c-can I go," she gagged again, and I watched as her skin turned a slight green hue.

"Yes! Go, go!" Ms. Collins said hurriedly, waving her off.

Jackie ran off outside.

I did the work of two people once again. Then my phone buzzes in my pocket. 

I quickly check it as Ms. Collins was looking away.

Immediately I hid the phone and looked up.

Then promptly called out that I had to hurl.

That was my one way ticket to getting out the class.

I ran into the bathroom stalls and pulled out my laptop and phone, and voice called Jackie.

Static and fighting was heard from the background in the call.

"Erin! Help! The building is starting to collapse, can you see the best way to get everyone out? Or at least where they are?"Jackie exclaimed.

"Got it! Don't get shot!" I replied.

My fingers were gliding over the keys as I typed. The building was a business building, which was good. That meant cameras. Cameras meant a person could hack into them.

I watched as the screen changed with everything I typed. 

Codes ran down the screen.

Soon they changed.

A small box came up to show I needed a passcode to continue.

"Bet," I muttered.

I continued to type. I dug my own way around the password, discarding the box.

Camera screens came up suddenly.

"Jackie, go to the top floor. Break the window in the middle. About fifteen people got barricaded in some office room," I said, then continued searching through cameras.

I know there are always blind spots to the cameras. I was afraid I was missing someone.

Suddenly half of the camera screens lurched and shook violently. Dust flew from the ceilings, and furniture was strewn about.

"Jackie, hurry!!" I uttered.

I watched in fear as the cameras shook more and more. A few went completely black and offline. Then all of them were disconnected.

"O Crap o Crap o Crap o Crap," I repeated the phrase a thousand times over.

The phone erupted into life again as noise came through. She had muted it so it wasn't too loud.

"They're safe," I could even hear the smile beaming off her.

"Good job, now come back to school," I laughed, "or they'll think we both died,"

Soon we were both back. I got the idea to put my overheated laptop to my forehead. This resulted in my forehead being hot when they used the laser to check my temperature. Jackie did the same and we were both sent to sit it out in our dorms.

Jackie told me how there was a mad shooting his gun crazily. Then he showed that the vest he wore was in fact a bomb. 

He was holding  a dead man's switch.

So Jackie couldn't do anything to stop him or he'd blow. She went to save the people before he got the chance.

Then he lifted his thumb from the button.

The shock knocked the cameras out before the actual impact of the explosion hit.

"Good job, hero," I laughed, patting her shoulder.

"Honestly?" She started, "That was completely and utterly terrifying,"

"You still saved 'em" I retorted.

Basically we went back and forth in a passive-aggressive argument. About what? I dunno.

It started with her being amazing or not and ended with which Panic! At The Disco song was better.

Don't ask how, I Don't know.

That's it for today, byyyyyeeeeee!