At first, I really liked this app. It was smart and new, and it helped me organize a little better. I really liked the app all in all. One day something happened though. As I went to look at my calendar there was already an event planned. I was confused, because this usually doesn’t happen. I click the event, and it read ‘Diddy Party’. I broke into tears. This couldn’t be real, right? I continue my day, knowing what was coming I couldn’t focus much on my work. The Diddy Party couldn’t be a mistake. He has a type, and I think I might be it. I try as hard as I can to get out of this event, but nothing works. I ask my teacher about it, but all of a sudden he turns into Meek Mill and tells me I have to go. “But- teacher- I know what happened at the last one-“ I say as he cuts me off “Hush little boy, you’re allowed to resist, but you can’t leave” Oh. My. God. After second period everyone goes to their events, I take off. I run out of the front door of the school. I get out. I was free. That’s when a black van pulled up. A man steps out wearing all black with a ski mask on. “You going to the Diddy Party son.” He hit me over the head with a baseball bat, I blacked out. I’m writing this in the back of the van. I am going to the Diddy Party, I can’t get out of it now. My hands and feet are tied up, I’m typing this with my nose. STAY AWAY FROM THIS APP. You might end up like me.

When I first got this app, I was excited to see how useful it would be for school and what cool features it had. That excitement didn’t last long. I was sitting in my room trying to use the Securly Flex app when I suddenly heard a strange noise coming from my bathroom. Confused, I went to check it out, and to my shock, it was a full-on *Diddy Party*! But this wasn’t just any Diddy Party — there was a Skibidi Toilet dancing on the sink, Baby Gronk hyping everyone up, and guys talking about ‘gooning’ and ‘looksmaxing’ like it was some sort of life-changing strategy session. Things got even weirder when Livvy Dunne showed up out of nowhere, doing flips while promoting some protein powder. The whole scene was straight out of a fever dream. I was in total panic, sprinting back to my room to make it stop, but the chaos just followed me as the Securly Flex app started glitching and crashing non-stop. The app, which was supposed to help me focus on schoolwork, was now at the center of the most distracting and bizarre experience of my life. Needless to say, after the Skibidi chaos and tech failures, I couldn’t take the app seriously anymore. Between the random ads and the app’s unreliable performance, I found it more of a hindrance than a help. If you’re looking for something to keep you on track academically, I’d steer clear of this one.

My third cousin, let's call him Alex, was always a bit of a free spirit. He loved exploring new things online, diving into obscure forums, and making weird digital art. When his school started using Securly Flex, things changed. Suddenly, every website he visited, every search query, was monitored.At first, it was just annoying. Then, it started to feel oppressive. Alex felt like he couldn't explore his interests without being judged or flagged. One time, he was researching a project on Dadaism and got called into the principal's office because the algorithm flagged the abstract images as "potentially inappropriate."Alex started to withdraw. He stopped creating art, his grades slipped, and he became convinced that his privacy had been completely violated. He felt like the school saw him as a problem, not a student. The constant monitoring made him feel like he was always doing something wrong, even when he wasn't. Securly Flex didn't just monitor his online activity; it stifled his curiosity and made him feel like an outsider in his own school. He then took his own life ☹️ R.I.P Alex 🪦💀

It started as an ordinary day. I was walking home from school, the sun casting long shadows as it dipped below the horizon. The air was crisp, and I could hear the distant sounds of kids playing and dogs barking. I didn't notice the van that had been following me for a few blocks until it was too late.Suddenly, I felt a strong hand grab my arm and pull me toward the vehicle. They yell it was Flex Panic surged through me as I struggled, but the grip was too strong. I was thrown into the back of the van, the door slamming shut behind me. The inside was dark, and I could hear the muffled voices of my captors discussing their next move. My heart raced, and I could barely breathe.As the van sped away, I tried to stay calm and think of a way out. The fear was overwhelming, but I knew I had to keep my wits about me. I scanned the interior, looking for anything that could help me escape. My mind raced with thoughts of my family and friends, and I vowed to do whatever it took to get back to them.