Gemotions

"Oh, *hell* no," Chloe muttered, staring at the blog. Her diary, her intimate, embarrassing diary, was public. Anger burned hot, then cooled, replaced by a strange calculation. The website had ads, lots of them. She noticed the click-through rates. She'd been a funny teen.

Chloe’s apartment was cramped, her rent overdue. She was sick of ramen. This… this could be an answer. She started mentally tallying the potential income. Enough to finally buy that designer bag she’d been eyeing? Enough to get out of her shared apartment? She could use this.

Chloe spent the rest of the day meticulously crafting a response post, focusing on the most dramatic, the most clickable, entries. She knew exactly which ones would go viral.