Something appears in my hand. It feels like a phone. I press the on button and the phone turns on. It was my phone. An image was loading. In a few seconds an image that looked tragic appeared. It was some snapshots of a car wreck and a girl. I zoomed in on the girl. It was me. I started to tear up. I read a note at the bottom and it said,
“Thirteen year old girl gets hit by a car caused by her not paying attention. Only thing we could’ve identify her was her phone...but was only left in shattered pieces. Please pray for the young girl named MaeMae Ojor.”
I plead, “P-P-PLEASE LET ME GO HOME!” “I promise I won’t let my phone takeover m-m-my life.” I was crying and screaming at the top of my lungs. Stuttering. I barely understood what I was saying. I was acting as if someone would hear me, but I only heard my own echo.
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'left with only a phone'
General FictionThis story is realistic to the modern times now. This story is also very touching. Follow me on instagram and twitter @crisdinarojo Hope u Enjoy the Story
