When I heard it vibrate, I was very excited. I was excited because I knew it was my mum calling. I always look forward to hearing from her. I searched around me for it and it wasn't in sight, but it was still vibrating. I looked under my duvet, still no traces of it. Then I felt something on my leg. And I felt it move away from my leg, as though my leg had kicked it or something. Then came the loud sound of it hitting the floor. I followed the sound to its source.Alas the sound was my phone. It had landed face down and its screen was shattered.
I shed a tear. I am sure my mum did too when I told her. My phone was broken. My technological partner was scarred. Needless to say, I am not getting rid of it. Right now, it has a tape that's keeping it together. In the near future, I'm gonna fix it. But for now, I am using it as is. Never knew I was attached. So attached to the piece of technology.
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