The writing prompt was a picture prompt. These are the pictures I chose:
Another Day at the …
It is a typical day for the Hillgo family. After breakfast, everyone goes and does their own thing.
Clara, the mother, goes to work. She is an accountant at a prestigious firm in the city. The work travel was tedious and lengthy, but it was well worth it, considering her salary and the prospect of a promotion she expected to happen soon.
Harold, the father, welcomed the time to himself at home. Having cleaned all the dishes, a retired detective had nothing better to do than kick his feet up and read a newly published crime novel. How unrealistic these all were, he thought. Teenagers spearheading a crime spree, and girls at that. He could not see this author going very far with tripe like that.
Johnny, their youngest child, left after breakfast without even saying goodbye. He did what he did every day. It was summer, and with no school, all he needed was an ice cream from the local Good Humor truck and his bike, and he was good for the day. As soon as he left the house, he ditched his helmet, which his parents insisted he wear, and met up with his racing buddies.
His older sister, Wendy, was the one they all should have been thinking about. They all accepted the fact that she was a loner. She rarely talked to anyone. That day, as usual, she just went to her room, and they let her be.
Wendy was far from a loner. Wendy was a thinker. And her thoughts rarely were good ones. The wheels in her head were always turning. She was always thinking up schemes she could plan to make the most money without getting caught. She had an extensive group of friends, and she chose her friends well. Each friend managed to get a summer job at a place that allowed computer access. And if they had access, so did she. Computers and technology were her expertise.
Hacking into them and withdrawing money from select sources was easy. Even creating hidden bank accounts under an assumed name made keeping and using the money profitable. She left no trail to follow. She had even hacked the school computers to adjust her grades, and not for the better. She didn’t want anyone to think she was this good. Being an average student, did her persona well and raised no red flags.
Today was the day that things would probably change. This was the big one. She had been planning it for months. Only select individuals were included. Every one of her compatriots knew it was coming, but none of us knew the specifics. For those involved, it would mean riches beyond our imagination. For her, it was just another game to play, more power and being able to stick it to the man.
As one of her friends, I could tell you a lot more, but I’ve said enough. Suffice it to say that not all her friends are students, and I value my life.
~~name withheld, at author’s request.~~
