have to fix it,â Kate said.
For weeks, weâd been finding our way and feeling proud of ourselves for helping girls. Now the day had come for a PLS-SOS. Kate whipped out her red phone and texted:
Emergency!
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At 1:35, more than a little breathless, Kate and I rushed into the PLS offices. Still weirded out by what we had seen that morning, we overlooked our snacks and ran straight upstairs to answer the ringing phone. Piper and Bet were already there. Funny how Bet chose this particular meeting to attend.
On the line were Anna Hansen, the computer consultant, and Edith, the grandmotherly woman who was our point of contact with the Pinkies.
âHiya, girls, whatâs the emergency?â Anna asked.
Piperâs words came out in a torrent, explaining what was going on and how we didnât know what to do.
âSomeone has hacked into our site and they are sayingsuch awful things.â Piper said. âThere are probably a dozen girls crying right now. Itâs revolting!â
We heard the
click-clacks
of typing as Anna and Edith navigated to www.pinklockersociety.org . Edith gasped.
âOh, my Lord, what is going on?â Edith said.
âSomeone has really pulled a fast one here,â Anna said.
âHow are they doing this?â Bet asked Anna.
âHackers hack into Web sites in a buncha ways,â Anna said. Itâs going to take some detective work to figure out how theyâre gettinâ inâand to keep them out.â
For a few moments, we just stayed quietâall of usâwaiting for a good idea to come to us. It was Edith who spoke first, and she did so in a quiet voice.
âIn the best interests of the Pink Locker Societyâits past and futureâI have no choice but to shut down the Web site,â she said.
âShut it down?â Kate asked.
âTemporarily, I hope,â Edith said.
âLet us see if we can get it fixed first. We canât just give up,â Piper said.
âI can get right on it,â Anna said. âBest case, weâll have it licked in forty-eight hours.â
âYes, please. We donât want to go out of business,â I said, sounding a little desperate.
Again, Edith paused. I could almost feel her kindness through the phone. But she stuck to her decision.
âIâm sorry. Thereâs just too much liability here,â she said. âI know you girls have worked so hard and were off to a promising start, but we canât let other girls get hurt. Itâs not the Pink Locker way.
âAnna, please turn the site off until we can figure out whatâs going on,â Edith said. âIâll call an emergency board meeting to let the other Pinkies know. They will be more disappointed than you girls, if you can believe it.â
I couldnât believe any of it.
âDears, I will be back in touch as soon as itâs safe to restart the site. Stay positive,â Edith said.
Just like that, Anna pulled down the entire Pink Locker Society site, and our pink world faded to black.
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Did you every worry that by wishing something, you made it come true? Confession: I loved the PLS, but before we were shut down, I had wished that it would slow down just a bit. The weight of everyoneâs problems was sometimes too much. We received more and more questions each week, and it was tough to answer themâand answer them rightâand still keep up with my schoolwork. I had a huge English paper that I hadnât even started. And a ton of geometry proofs to do. Sometimes I turned off my phone so I wouldnât have to be bothered with new alerts from our PLS mailbox. But now, after of few days of never hearing that âThink pink!â ringtone, I felt guilty.
In our downtime, Piper, Kate, and I talked about whether we should try to keep up with the questions, justso weâd be prepared for the moment the site turned back on. But in the end, we decided that made no sense.
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