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The narrator Carson Phillips, a senior at Clover High School, wants to study journalism.As the unpopular Carson and a classmate are the only staff members, he decides to recruit new members by blackmailing other students into joining.I stumbled upon a funny user name on the Clover High School web- site: YearbookGirl69.I didn't think much of it, a freshman slut under Remy's rule per- haps.However, whoever it was left uptight opinionated comments on almost every page.Remy, the editor of the class yearbook, is his first victim.was one of the many obnoxious posts."Hey, sexy, I messaged. 'Love reading your thoughts on the CHS site. We think alike."To make his college application stronger, he decides to set up a literature magazine at his school.A few minutes later, she responded.'OMG thanks.I'm so glad some I noticed LOL."Send me a pic!"A few weeks ago."Why do the lunch ladies need to be at back-to-school night? Can't they just stay in the kitchen?"I waited a couple of minutes more, playing hard-to-get, seeing if she'd write more."What are you wearing?"

The narrator Carson Phillips, a senior at Clover High School, wants to study journalism. To make his college application stronger, he decides to set up a literature magazine at his school. As the unpopular Carson and a classmate are the only staff members, he decides to recruit new members by blackmailing other students into joining. Remy, the editor of the class yearbook, is his first victim.

A few weeks ago. I stumbled upon a funny user name on the Clover High School web- site: YearbookGirl69. I didn't think much of it, a freshman slut under Remy's rule per- haps. However, whoever it was left uptight opinionated comments on almost every page.

"Why do the lunch ladies need to be at back-to-school night? Can't they just stay in the kitchen?" was one of the many obnoxious posts. I hate lunch ladies more than I hate war!" Could Remy be pulling a Voltaire? Over the weekend, while I was thinking of ways

to blackmail Remy, I messaged YearbookGirl69 privately to test out this theory under to the user name Bad Boy2012. "Hey, sexy, I messaged. 'Love reading your thoughts on the CHS site. We think alike."

A few minutes later, she responded. 'OMG thanks. I'm so glad some I noticed LOL.

I waited a couple of minutes more, playing hard-to-get, seeing if she'd write more.

"Who is this LOL? YearbookGirl69 asked.

'I like to keep my identity a secret; I'm like Batman, I replied. 'But with better abs. 'Hott! Me 2! I like the mystery LOL,' she sent. I don't know what the hell was so funny. Was she seriously laughing out loud every time? Can I get a pic of those abs?' she asked.

I copied and pasted a picture of Taylor Lautner's torso from the Internet (I pray no

20 one ever finds that Google image search in my web history). *@Q=STWERY]#$%&!ll' is what I got next. 'Are U even real?' "Very' I said, and left it at that.

Now, today, while I was in English and the class had their laptops out, I decided to see if I was right about Remy. I was sitting a few seats behind her and had a clear view 25 of her computer.

BadBoy2012 messaged YearbookGirl69. A window popped up on Remy's computer

screen. Bingo!

"What are you wearing?" BadBoy2012 asked.

I saw Remy's neck blush.

"Practically nothing,' Remy responded as Yearbook Girl69. "Send me a pic!" BadBoy2012 said.

Remy looked around the classroom to see if anyone was watching her. I ducked be- hind my laptop when she glanced my way. I looked back and saw her retrieving a photo from her documents and attach it to the instant-message conversation.

A photo of Remy half-naked with a 'sexy face' popped up on my computer screen. It was enough to turn a nun into an atheist. I shut my laptop, ran out of the classroom. and vomited into the nearest trash can. I'm being dramatic - I didn't vomit but I did dry-heave.

'Mr. Phillips, are you all right?' my English teacher asked when I returned to class. I'm afraid I'm changed for life,' I said, and went back to my seat. Remy rolled her eyes at me as I passed her. She had no idea what she had just done to herself!After school I found Remy sitting on a bench alone. I sat down next to her. I cou make eye contact. I'm not sure I ever will again.

I slyly handed her a large manila envelope. Inside she found printed copies of 'Can I help you, Carson?' she asked rudely.

conversations between BadBoy2012 and YearbookGirl69. She went silent for a good minute and a half. Out of the corner of my eye I saw papers start to shake in her tight, petrified grip. She looked at me as if I had told that her father had had a successful sex change while she was at school.

'You're BadBoy2012?' she whimpered. 'I can't even look at you anymore,' I said. 'Not that it was easy before. I took a bright yellow flyer out of my back pocket and handed it to her. I left before could open it. The flyer said:

YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO ATTEND A MANDATORY MEETING IN THE JOURNALISM CLASSROOM FRIDAY AFTER SCHOOL.

I had to make sure it was subtle in case any of my victims tried turning me in, bu Remy's horror was any indication, that wouldn't be a problem.