Password Problems

By Anonymous -
Password Problems
It wasn’t a good day for the boys. It was the best day for the boys. Stork, Blink and Reggie had a phenomenal plan put together. It was almost time for the midterms, that time of the year, where there was simply no motivation for the boys to study hard, with no idea how important that specific test was. They did not have the foggiest idea until last year. [It was that time again, and it was time for the science test. The most calamitous test known for the extreme complexity and demand for the knowledge they did not have, which turned out to be a 2-week punishment for not studying.] However, this year, they decided that that wasn’t going to happen again. They were fishing in troubled waters now, on how to avoid that drastic time of the year, but there was a rebellious attribute in Stork that sparked an idea. Stealing the answers.
Stork had a sleepover specially arranged to map out the details of this scheme. Together, they formulated the blueprint of their “crime”. They had backup plans on top of back up plans. Excuses in case if they were noticed, emergency escapes, when and where to begin the “robbery”, the roles assigned to each of them, etc. There was just so much riding up on them for them to succeed this year.
Monday, Monday, Monday. The worst day of the week, but yet the best day of the week.
“Time to steal the answer key to the mid-terms and please keep it to yourself only. Just need to log-in to my e-mail so I can send all the documents there.”, said Stork.
“Alright.”, replied Blink and his partner Stork.

“Oh come on! It keeps on saying that my password is incorrect!”, said Stork, trying again and again. “I can never remember my password.”
“Seriously, you yourself made the password and forgot?”, cried Reggie.
“Your password working yet?” replied Blink.
“Nope.”, answered Stork.
“Ok, let’s look for the manual.”, said Blink in a panic voice.
“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon! Where is it?!”, exclaimed Stork as he was shuffling through the shelves of files and documents.
“Oh! Here, I found it!”, proclaimed Blink, with relief. “Ok, it says to reboot the computer.”
Stork quickly rebooted the computer and they waited in an awkward, suspending silence.
“Okay! It’s on! Ok, ok, ok.”,said Stork. “Oh c’mon! My password still is incorrect!?
“3 more minutes till the bell rings!”, said Blink in a petrified voice.
“Why does this have to happen to us?!”, cried Reggie.
“Yes! We’re in!”, declared Stork.
“Oh c’mon! There’s a Flash update and it won’t let us close it!!!”, growled the boys with frustration. “Whatever, just quickly download it!”
Stork clicked update and they all sat there waiting, crossing their fingers, for it was an intense moment while watching the bar loading to one hundred percent.
“YES!!”, the boys exploded. “Ok. Copy and paste. Boom! There we go, the freebee to a 100% on our test. Kay, let’s move out! We’ve got 25 seconds till the teachers come back from lunch!”
“Go, go, go”, they said to each other as they shuffled down the hallway.
Cccccccccrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnngggggg!!! The bell rang and Reggie, Stork, and Blink were walking down the hallway with their textbooks in their hands.
“So, what was your password Stork?”, asked Reggie in a whisper voice, making sure there were no teachers near them.
“It was incorrect.”, he replied.

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