The shrill radar sound emitted from me wakes you just enough to click snooze. After clicking snooze five times, you take me off my charger to unlock me. I’m the first thing you look at every morning; my bright, colorful screen waking you up provides you with all the news and drama that occurred overnight. Throughout the day, I am constantly with you, you can’t live without me. I save you from awkward moments alone on the bus as I supply music and a distraction from the annoying middle school-ers. I allow you to see the latest twitter clash, send ugly snap chats to your friends, and share those filtered seflies with the world. You put me in a $100 case with a screen protector due to your clumsy manner. I am constantly dropped, thrown, and taken
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On June 28th, 2015, you decided to race Becky to the ice cream truck down the block. And you forgot about me, in your sweatshirt pocket that had no support for such my fragile self. Just yesterday you were at a lost when I couldn’t be found. But that was yesterday. Today the ice cream truck is slowly rolling down the block. As you giggled along with Becky, I felt a weight upon my battery. I knew today would be the day. You increased your speed, overtaking Becky the slightest bit. That acceleration is what caused my demise. It was like slow motion; I tumbled out of your sweatshirt pocket and clattered to the ground. I was face to face the asphalt that shattered me. Your giggling stopped as you ran back to me “Becky, hold up I dropped my phone!”. There was no fear, no worry in your voice, yet I knew the damage done. I feel myself picked up and through my jagged, jigsaw puzzled screen I see the fear and tears in your eyes. You realized the reality of my invincibility. The most important thing in your life is damaged, destroyed. “My mom’s going to kill me!” you say with tears running down your face. You wrongly assumed I am unbreakable and this has costed
On June 28th, 2015, you decided to race Becky to the ice cream truck down the block. And you forgot about me, in your sweatshirt pocket that had no support for such my fragile self. Just yesterday you were at a lost when I couldn’t be found. But that was yesterday. Today the ice cream truck is slowly rolling down the block. As you giggled along with Becky, I felt a weight upon my battery. I knew today would be the day. You increased your speed, overtaking Becky the slightest bit. That acceleration is what caused my demise. It was like slow motion; I tumbled out of your sweatshirt pocket and clattered to the ground. I was face to face the asphalt that shattered me. Your giggling stopped as you ran back to me “Becky, hold up I dropped my phone!”. There was no fear, no worry in your voice, yet I knew the damage done. I feel myself picked up and through my jagged, jigsaw puzzled screen I see the fear and tears in your eyes. You realized the reality of my invincibility. The most important thing in your life is damaged, destroyed. “My mom’s going to kill me!” you say with tears running down your face. You wrongly assumed I am unbreakable and this has costed