Freak Week #5 - "Chromatic commotion"

Chapter 5 - "Chromatic commotion"

GROUP CHAT #1 - CODENAME: FREAK FRUIT FACTION

- Yesterday, 8:02 PM -

Banana: Oops! Sorry Lace! Didn't mean to send that screenshot to everyone! But we should all talk through group text so we're not overheard by that gender-neutral voice from the loudspeaker!! I think it's Mr. Kevin! He must be the hacker! I left Mr. Kevin out of this text.

Crush: Great idea.

Mr. Kevin: omg. I've never been on a group text before! Am I doing it right? lolololol

Mr. Kevin: Wait??? You think I'm the hacker?!?! lol

Banana: Dangit I can't help but be inclusive even when I don't want to be. Starting a new group text. Sorry Mr. K

Mr. Kevin: omg *sad face*

GROUP CHAT #2 - CODENAME: PECULIAR PEACH PLATOON

- Yesterday, 8:11 PM -

Banana: There. That's better.

Lace: Better?! What's better? My gooey insides are now splashed all over everybody's screens! How could you? *sob*

Jim: Lace, calm down. I'm quite positive Banana didn't do it.

Banana: I didn't? I mean... I was scrolling through our texts, so I thought maybe I accidentally pressed something or other.

Marmie: ... That ain't how it works, 'Nana.

Jim: The hacker had access to your phones and tablets, through the Wi-Fi, for three whole days. They most likely went through Banana's text history – perhaps through everyone else's as well - and found something to use to their advantage when the time was right.

Banana: So I really didn't do it?

Jim: If there's anyone to blame, then it's me. They reacted because I got close. Lace... I'm truly sorry.

Harry: Erm, Jim? *gulp* D'you think they looked inside our phones?

Jim: If you were connected to the Wi-Fi and if they had the time to go through your files... then yes. Technically speaking, they could have.

Harry: Oh, no... This is bad, this is ultra-bad...

Lace: Sweet Jesus, Harry just fainted! He's floating in such an awkward position, yikes! I'll try to make him come to.

- Yesterday, 8:25 PM -

Marmie: Whoa, gravity's back to kick our behinds, y'all! That hurt!

Crush: Ouch... Is everybody ok? Did anything hit you?

Lace: Jim?

Crush: I'm with Jim. We fell in a pile of previously open and floating chalk boxes, but we're fine. Multicolored, but fine.

Lace: I need some help in the gym. We strapped our belts to the basketball pole so we wouldn't float away... But Harry's still passed out and I can't get him down by myself.

Crush: We're on our way.

Lace: No! I mean... I only want Jim to come. Hurry, his face is turning blue!

Crush: Oh, ok. Marmie, Banana, are you both alright?

Marmie: Our tushes were just flattened like pancakes, but we're A-Okay!