June 19th. I wake up with great excitement because I remember today is my birthday! As I roll out of bed I feel a pit in my stomach, today is my birthday. “Oh no!” I groan. I put on my sweatshirt and my cell phone rings, it’s my mom trying to facetime me.
As my eyes peered out the window, I saw luscious green grass, I heard birds chirping and the blazing hot sun hitting my skin. At that time, I remembered that it was the day that I would go to my first Red Sox game. I ran downstairs and asked my mom “What time are we leaving?” She said to me that the game did not start until 1 pm, so we were going to leave at 11 to pick up Tye and then go to the game. As I was waiting for the clock to strike 11, I was wondering what the stadium would look like, how many people would be there, how loud would it be in Fenway park. I didn 't want to look it up because I would rather go there and experience it firsthand.
It was early August on a bright, sunny, day when I was about twelve years, I was in middle school and you know when you're in middle school, every teen, wants a cell phone. Well, that was true because, all of my friends at my school had cell phones and not me and for myself I thought it was fine because I was so young but at the same time I really wanted one. The cell phone that i wanted was the iPhone, I wanted one of those because it was the most popular devices. I always told my parents about it all the time, but they always told me to do chores or else it would not happen. I went to the restroom and I was talking to myself softly and stared at the mirror for a while, should I do it?
It was my phone, so I pulled it out to see who was ringing me. It was my Mom; I thought she was just going to check up on my brother and me. So, I pressed the little green button on the lit up screen and put
When I looked around I saw everybody done sharing gifts then it was my turn. My heart was beating so fast that it could burst at any moment. I looked around to see if anyone just like me didn't give her a gift and to find out I was the only one. Then those emotions turned into something new it was filled with comments such as “ I need a job” “ I need to grow up” “ How can you not care about your mom”. Throughout the whole party, I felt those emotions and I zone out for the rest of the party.
But this year we are going to. The next day we were going to Hershey park, so my mom said go to sleep early. I said no, I’ll wake up fine tomorrow! Which I did, but I was so tired. So once we were up we needed to call our other family to say what house were going to meet at.
I kept trying to figure out the conversation until I noticed it was with herself. She pressed the end button and then threw the phone on the table. She sat down hopeless. But 2 seconds later she was picking up the phone to make another call. “Hello.
This was very disheartening because it was the week before Christmas the happiest day of the year. Finally, a week passed and it was Christmas eve, the day lost my love, but also one of the best days of my entire life. I just didn’t know what it all meant
I reached into my bag for my phone and tried turning it on but, it was unresponsive so I figured my phone battery was dead. At this point, I was fretted which lead me to think about how bad a situation I was in. I was thinking I should have told my ride I was going to the washroom, I should have brought money with me, I should have charged my phone, I am going to have to walk
What’s worse is, I patted my back pocket to get my phone in order to help me get to my phone. Embarrassed as I was for thinking that I’d use my lost phone to help me find my lost phone, I fumbled around to check my bag and went through all compartments, you know, just in case. Last zip. Dear Phone, please be there. No phone.