When I was nine my dad bought me a cell phone. It was a beautiful burgundy. numbers on the outside and a keyboard in the inside. The screen in the front wasn't small a it wasn't hard to read anything it was just right. I admired this phone. In school I had so many friends and now I could stay in contact with them out of school. Texting and having a complex phone made me feel mature and loved because my parent s trusted me to have it. With that phone I now have a friend that I meet at Virginia Beach during the summer. I noticed that if I don't keep in touch with her she might not be my friend anymore. I always stare at my phone waiting for the next ring. Do you ever do that when you're bored?
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