Late Morning“EDI, YOU FORGOT your phone,” Damian, my desk mate, said, out of breath from chasing after me.
“Thanks, man.” I took the cell and shoved it in my back pocket. I wasn’t used to it, although I’d had if for a couple of weeks. Bosch, the model everyone with a cell phone had. There was another one, an Alcatel, that was popular among girls because it looked like a colorful toy. I was happy with my black one, thank you very much!
I would have never considered getting a mobile phone on my own, to be honest. They were pointless to me. There were two other kids in my class that had phones and I wasn’t friends with them. My mom didn’t have one, so why bother?
It had been a birthday present from my dad. Of course, my birthday was after the school year ended, but that mattered little to
