It was April 17, 2016. I was twelve years old. I had filmed my Greek news report for my Gifted Language Arts class. I was satisfied with the footage, I had reviewed all of the segments, and found nothing strange about it. I took a break for a couple of hours, and then put the segments that I filmed on to a flash drive. I loaded the footage on my mother’s computer and opened windows movie maker. I wanted to use movie maker to put the segments together into one video to turn in that Friday, April 22. I added an introduction that flashes “Greek News,” on the screen, which was normal. I put all 11 segments of the video into the program, I had several yellow, triangular, caution-like signs on the screen. 2/3 of my footage