A Short Messaging Service

1; Technological things aren't my thing

It was cold outside like usual. I threw my small leather backpack over my shoulder and stuffed my mittens into my deep pockets. My door made the same sound as always, a slight bang followed by my feet landing on the welcome mat infront of the door.

On my way to school I would enjoy to observe my surroundings, the red flower bush outside my neighbours house, the pitter-patter coming from the drains of the houses close by. The rainy weather quickly drenched my hair, my bangs getting stuck to my forehead.

I was fiddling around with my hands in my pockets until I passed the bookstore I frequented. It smelled weird, or new perhaps?

Normally I would take a look at the window display to see what books they had in store while enjoying the faint scent of old books and pages. There was still a scent of books in the air but there were none on display. But there were no books this morning, instead there stood a new phone model.

It had been described as groundbreaking because you could now send so called "Short Messaging Services". Basically you could send short messages to other people using your telephone, even when far apart. I did not personally care for such things, however my dad got a total kick out of technological things. He would often be doing something weird in the garage, working on something with computers to do. I never really looked into it or cared however.

So of course, after I had gotten home from a long school day, I found my dad in his office with the new invention.

"Winnie, Winnie, take a look at this!" He said ecstatically while pointing to his new phone.

I looked him dead in the eye and sighed, as to show him I did not care for his new phone. He would totally geek out whenever something new was released.

"Oh Winona please, can't you atleast pretend to be excited for me? You never show any interest in anything!"

I looked down at my prickly looking wool socks, my bangs covering my face. He had a point, and he did seem hurt by my reaction.

"Okay fine, I will listen for a while."

"It's very easy actually! You click on these buttons the choose what letter will pop up, for an example on the first button you click once for a, twice for B, and thrice for C!"

"Yes, can I leave now?" I blurted it out without a thought running through my mind.

"Winnie, do you need to be such a nonchalant little girl all the time? Whatever don't worry about it, I did however get you one of these for yourself so you can always contact me!" My dad told me while pulling another one out the back pocket of his baggy jeans.

That evening I recieved my first phone capable of messaging others.

To me it was nothing special, nothing groundbreaking, just another way for my dad to pester me.