It was a peaceful day in Serbia, my home country. I now live in the U.S but my grandparents still live in Serbia. My brother and I, who was 10, had come from the United States on a two week trip. “Are we going up the mountain to pick berries today?” I asked my grandfather.
“I think we’d better before you and your brother leave at the end of the week Aleksa,” he replied. I grabbed a backpack and my phone, …show more content…
They tasted delicious and almost made it worth the hike. It was still super relieving when we got back to the house. I ran up into the house and dropped my backpack off in the kitchen. The smell of chicken for dinner filled the house. I then went and took a long, warm shower. After showering, I sat down with my family and we ate dinner. After stuffing my face full of chicken and feeling as if I were going to burst, I went into the living room to watch TV. After a while that got boring and I went to get my phone from my backpack to entertain myself. I then found it was gone. Chills ran down my back. I immediately threw my shoes on and sprinted out into the woods. Retracing my steps proved to be a lost cause, but I still did it until sundown. At that point I was really panicking. I feared going back it the house and not having contact with my mom, who was staying in a nearby hotel. When I got into the house I walked into the living room and slumped onto the couch. I noticed my little brother on a chair close to me acting mysterious. I went up to him and there it was, my phone in his hands. Holding back my frustration and anger, I stole it back from him. All of that stress was suddenly lifted off my shoulders. I would have to get back at him, but I felt a million times better and made sure something like this would never happen