Help? I am un able to add a profile picture to my account. Every time I click on the edit button and then add. It never works, it always has a popup saying 'unknown error occurred.' Sometimes the app even shuts down on my ipad or my phone. I do not really have access to a computer sadly :/ because the one I have is such an old laptop it does not have internet. I've restarted my devices, and it still won't work. What sould I do?

Thirteen In The Dark: Part 6 I think this is the end for me. There is no way I could survive a three to four meter drop to the solid ground. That is it. I am just going to give up, I can't go back from here. My distraught melts into comfort as warm fingertips catch my weight. Relief streams through the slowly pumping blood in my veins. As I am stood up I take a last look at the building. "Is that a door?" What did we even craft that rope for? Was all of that for nothing? "Do you mean we could've just taken the stairs down here?" A tall boy with light hair complains. I comprehend that if we had taken the stairs we were more likely to have been caught. "No. It would've been dangerous." I argue. The rusting steel door reveals the man who must have cut the rope. "It's a machant..." I frost with anger. I am happy he let me go, but why? Most 'machants' would hurt you on the spot. "What's a machant?" My unit questions me. I peel my pointer finger off of my clenched fist and fix the destination of my finger to my so called brother. "That is what they are called." The door slams shut behind him, indicating no one is following him. I don't trust him. What if he is tricking me? This is not the time to be billable and lured into a trap. "Prove to me you are my brother." I shriek while fast-walking towards him. He looks around seventeen or eighteen. The same age as my real brother... "My name is Lucas. The shock overwhelms me and I realize it is my brother. His name was Lucas, but I cannot remember my sisters name, or mine. Brainwashed. Taken pills to forget our past. "What is my sisters name?" I choke up. I do not know the answer, but I ask for comfort. "Her name was Lark." A songbird... Meadowlark. I had heard one of them before, and I think my parents must have liked them to give my sister that name. I am hesitant to ask.... But it is for the best. "Will you help us?" I conclude. He glances into all of our faces, and nods in return. He is risking his #life so save us, to get out of here. "I should go receive your sister." My eyes open as wide as my lids are able to stretch themselves. This may be e best day of my entire #life; I escape with my whole unit, and in return get to reunite with my siblings. Lucas returns into the musty building leaving a grin on my face. "We will wait in this ditch," I order. We cannot be seen by the evil ones, or machants I should say. Not while we have gotten out. The ditch is only a couple meters away. Close enough for Lucas and Lark to find us, but far down enough we will not be seen by machants. "Where's Harry?" I whisper. I frantically jerk my head from side to side until I spot him on the other side of the furrowed trench. I duck as I scramble to his place, where he is spying for my siblings. "How could you trust them?" He backs off. "That is my brother. He is helping us." I argue. He does not agree with me for some reason and faces the opposite direction from me. He's scared, he must just me saying that. "He looks like me... He even has the same name as my brother! It must be him.." I reason and anchor my scraped hands to his arms. Out of no where Harry slips out of my grip. His furled green eyes lace with my soft glare. Harry lifts his left hand strikes my sunburnt face with abundant strength and anger. "He is one of them! He could be anyone!" He rages into my ears. Tears flush my eyes and I stand there in astonishment that my best friend has neglected me. I have just been abused. I was slapped by the person most dear to me, whom I have entrusted deeply. Without a word and a stinging mark across my face, I make my way to the end of the ditch.

Thirteen In The Dark: Part 5 I slowly walk over to the broken window with the thick black glass beneath my feet. Without wincing I grasp the razor sharp sides of the building. My head peeks out and embraces the cool rain, slowly becoming mist. It relieves my long sweaty hair for the first time in years. My gaze fixes below me, on the endless fog. We can't jump, I know that. I don't know how far down it goes. My body pivots towards my scrawny unit. "We are going to make a rope." "But how? There's nothing here...." They all mumble amongst themselves. I think for a moment, and beam at they're long clothes. When we were each given these rags they were meant to last a long time. As in years to be precise, so they were gigantic when we received them. Then I think how we could make the rope. We could use bed sheets, but their aren't enough. Then it hit me... "Rip off your pant legs and sleeves. We will need lots of them...." I confirm. I flit around, snatching all of the bed sheets to add to the extension of the rope. We pile all of the clothing into two heaps of the strong cloth and the less durable. The girls knot two of each weak piece of cloth side by side, creating a strong substance. The other girls and the guys help me with the stronger cloth. We knot tight so that it can withstand our weight. Not that we are heavy, but we can't risk it falling apart. "This is looking pretty long," I say, pleased. It takes us about fifteen minutes to complete the long rope. We knot the more durable end onto a thick, long branch from the old apple tree that reaches to us. My unit pushes the heavy bundle out the window, unraveling its true length. Someone must test this, someone truly brave. "Harry, you try it out first. If it is not long enough, holler to us and we will pull you up." I decide. Anxious, he nods at me and grasps the cloth rope. "Good luck," Macy smiles. His feet bounce off the glass as he slowly lowers his grip on the rope. Harry slips beneath the fog, and we can only hope his survival for we do not know how far down sit goes. I pace back and fourth, because I have just sent my best friend down the outer wall. It has been about two minutes now, and we hear a faint shout. "Should we pull him up?" A boy asks me. My head shakes and I tell him to wait for the voice to echo to us. The holler repeats and this time it is clearer. "It ends five feet from the ground, but I can jump!" He yells at the top of his lungs. Relieved, I send one more boy down the line. I tell him to yell at half way, and notify the rest of the unit. "Once you get past the fog, shout to us so we can send the next person down." I explain to everyone, "We can't waste any time." We send the stronger ones down first, so that the week ones can be caught because their legs may be frail.They catch each other as they reach the bottom, and after an hour am the only one left. I check the room for anyone else, but no one appears to linger. Right as I prepare to lower myself, the door creaks open and one of them enters the room. I freeze as he walks closer to me. I do not recognize this one, maybe he is new. "Planning an escape I see." He chuckles. "Are you going to try to stop us?" I choke up. He just stares at me, puzzled. "And why would I do that? I never thought I would even see you again." My teeth and fists clench with fear. Again? I had never seen this younger man from what I can ever remember. Who was he? What did he want? "Who are you?" I ask boldly. A frown plants on his face as he answers. "You don't remember your own brother?" Part of me wanted to except this, but I didn't want to believe it. He had the same dark brown hair as me, and he had blue eyes. "Let me help you," he pleaded. "How do I know you are not lying to me?" I screamed. "Just trust me. I could've told the maechants any time now, and it haven't." I don't trust him, I trust my instincts. So I raced down the rope as fast as I could, past the fog. I slow down because I know as long as he can't see me I am safe. At the bottom, I hear them cheering me on. I think my "brother" thought I made it to the bottom already, because the rope tumbles down when I am twelve feet from the ground.

Thirteen In The Dark: Part 4 My wandering eyes interlock with Harry's dark green eyes for the first time. My gaze soften to signal I am ok. No one has seen sun in a very long time. Some of us almost look like albinos, and our skin is very sensitive. My throat is as dry as dirt, so I glance at the watering hole which I find is infested with rodents and insects, but worst of all it is dark and murky. Not clear like it should be. "Stand me up." I command "You need to rest, it's not safe for you to be up and about." Someone disagrees from behind my sight. Macy, the girl with the sight abilities in the dark, carefully tugs my arms until I am in a sitting position. The deep gashes dried with blood sting as the blood flow in my head falls down in my veins. My right hand is bruised from plummeting in the air and smooshing my body weight onto it. "You want to make me feel better, pick me up onto my feet!" I snap. My brows lower over my cold angry eyes. Macy, the only one willing to help, uses all of her strength and fails to get me on my feet. Harrison jumps in and assists Macy on her second attempt. "Thank you... I'm sorry I snapped. I'm just not myself today." My head bows, ashamed of my rudeness towards the people only trying to help. I think I am in love with someone for the first time. I've never felt this way about anyone before, not even my parents. They wouldn't protect me. They let me come here. My legs start to un-numb themselves, revealing so much pain, I can barely stand. "We have to jump. Before they come back and punish us, or kill us all." I gulp. They stare at me in astonishment. Ginny, confused asks, "You mean like out the window? Kill ourselves before they do?" I burst into laughter ignoring the throbbing torture of my lungs. "Yes, out the window, but we won't kill ourselves, we just have to get out of here. We can't stay." I drift my head and witness the nods of approval. And at this point I realize Harrison has not been talking to me. Not since I lost my voice for those brief minutes. Everyone's skin is fading into a pinkish red from the sun already, including mine. "Harry wait..." I pace towards him. "You almost died." His voice was firm. But I don't understand. Shouldn't he be glee I am still alive? Not moping around that I was near death in a way. Rain pours from the sky and leaks into the damp rusty old room. We need to plan our escape. With everyone's survival. But how? We may be running out of time.

Thirteen In The Dark: Part 3 I was thrown into the crowd of my unit where I crashed into the unprepared teens who collapsed under my weight. Screams rise in the unit as their footsteps approach. "She is to be called by the name of thirteen." His voice rebounded through the giant rusty room. My arm is soaked in blood from the carving. When the 'them' had hurled me across the room, my body weight crushed my hand. The hand that I am supposed to blacksmith with. Harry swam through the current of people in our unit. "Arellia!" He called. My lips opened to speak but nothing would come out. It is like one of those nightmares where you are unable to scream but turned into reality. I wish someone could help me... "Where is she?" Harry chokes up. A shorter girl points to my blood covered face as he finds his way to me. His hands touch my face, only to be smothered in thick dry blood. "Oh my god... What did they do to you?" Again when I want to answer him my voice won't come out. I want to wake up, and I want to wake up right now. "Arellia.... Are you ok?" Maybe I am just in shock but I cannot talk. My breath is deep but I think that I may have punctured my lungs or broken a rib. My lungs are barely drawing in the damp musty air. A deep burning sensation takes over my body as I am finally able to scream out. I think it is louder than I thought because the black glass shatters and the room floods with light. My eyes open to see everyone with their eyes covered and scattering like rats in a dungeon. For the first time I am able to see everyone's face... Not just a small glimpse of red light on a shadowy figure. Harry is even paler than I am. The apple tree... our food. I never realized it was grown straight in the middle of the room. My body cannot move, but I am able to turn my neck to see the ones still adjusting to the bright sun.