I paced back and forth in the room as the others' fingers flew across the keyboards. I was quite satisfied with my group, as they had done a lot for me in the past three months. I probably should have memorized their names as well, but that was unimportant. There were more things to worry about.

"Two more people joined the site," one of them announced. "They are . . . Ivan Morales and Brian Qi."

I stopped walking around and let out a short breath. Only two? What happened to the days when ten to twenty people joined by the hour?

"How many people do we have on the site so far?" I asked. Maybe it was because everyone was already on the site.

The kid at the very end typed something into her laptop. "Including all of us, there are currently seven hundred sixty eight people."

Seven sixty eight . . . I did the math. That meant there were still thirty two people in the school who hadn't created an account.

"Why isn't everybody on our site?" I asked out loud. "We have posts, private messaging, and cute designs. And you get to post hate anonymously."

The guy in the gray hoodie paused his work and looked back at me, frowning and raising an eyebrow.

"I mean, it's anonymous to everyone else," I corrected. "Of course we have to know who they really are. We're the ones who created the website."

"Actually," the guy to his left said, "we were the ones who actually created the website. You just stand around and p--"

"And how many posts are there on an average daily basis?" I asked, cutting the kid off.

He made a face, but turned back around and typed something. "On average, there are thirteen," he announced, not turning back around. "Including replies, there are two hundred eighty nine comments from everyone."

Only thirteen posts? Only two hundred ninety replies? That may have seemed like a large number on its own, but the average had once been eighty six posts a day and three thousand fifty four total comments. I wanted to throw something. "This website won't stay this popular if there are only thirteen posts and three hundred comments in one day," I said. "We need to come up with a way to make everyone more active."

The room was quiet, minus the constant clicking of the mouse and typing sounds.

"Nobody has any ideas?" I asked when the silence went on for much longer than it needed to. "Not even a bad one?"

The only response was the notification of a game message from someone's phone.

I groaned. "As usual, I have to be the one to come up with the -- I got it!" I smiled, knowing my plan had to work.

"How many of you here know how to create a mobile app?"