Marit couldnâ€™t believe her eyes, her very own laptop. She had thought her backpack was heavier when she grabbed it from her locker. She didnâ€™t need it in her last two classes of the day so often stashed it there so she wouldnâ€™t have to lug it around for no reason. She had no idea where it came from, all it had was a sticky note on it that said â€śour little secretâ€ť. She didnâ€™t even care, a million possibilities began rushing through her head. Her parents were so nosy about what she did online and wouldnâ€™t allow her a Facebook because it was too dangerous ,dangerous? Really? She wasnâ€™t stupid. She could handle herself with a Facebook.