Lots of shouting, lots of screaming. It occurred in the middle of History class, and of course the teacher didn't want to deal with the drama, so they...were both sent down to the Library to write a 2 page essay on how not to disturb the classroom.This gave me an idea. A very risky one. Recently I have been trying to learn how to hack into security cameras. It was going alright, I could do it with a few hours of work, but couldn't cover my tracks just yet. So here is is my plan. 1. Over the. I’ll be running it out of my office here at the house,” Max said.Barb said, “You should really get an office away from the house.”“No. I’m perfectly happy here,” Max said with a smile.“I’m not,” Barb muttered.“You don’t like having your dear old dad around the house?” Max asked knowing the real answer to that question.“It just isn’t natural,” Barb said. She knew better than to insult him. He was pretty good at twisting things around until she felt like pond scum. Her father smiled at her from. “What do you need first?” he asked me. We stopped right after entering, it was a relatively small apartment and all rooms seemed to connect to the hallway. “Bathroom or bedroom? Do you want to freshen up before we get started?”At this point I was completely drained and couldn’t think of anything but sleeping. Good sleep. Bed. I shook my head and he obliged. He led me to the bedroom and helped me to lie down, and what a relief it turned out to be. I was barely even aware of my surroundings. He dressed in his normal clothes, and headed out to look for the girl Gary had become. After searching for a day and a night, talking to all kinds of people, Al gave up any hope of ever finding Gary, or whatever she was now calling herself, again. Though he wanted to, Al couldn't even file a missing person's report with the police. He returned home, and to his surprise, found a note sticking to the refrigerator. He could have sworn that it wasn't there before. He read it out loud. "Sorry to.