Long Distance

The Notification

"Bloop"

A simple phone notifications right?....WRONG. Atleast not when your in the middle of a test in Ms.Thornberry's Physics B class.

Ms.Thornberry's eyes shot up from her computer screen. She shot a glare that could kill, and I already knew what it meant 'give me your phone'.

"I apologize Ms.T. I promise it won't happen again" I pleaded knowing she was going to take my baby. Her thin body swiftly stoop from her seat and with 5 simple strides, she was towering over me. Wow she is tall, or maybe it was me shrinking in my seat.

She whipped her hand out, resembling Nubia from the gross sister's. If your wondering who that is think back to the sapphire sisters from that old show the proud family. Oh how I wish to be curled up on my couch watching it oppose to this predicament I got myself into.

I gently laid my phone in Ms.Thornberry's hand, savoring the last sweet seconds I was gonna have with it until the end of class.

No I wasn't cheating on my test and using it but me and my phone have a bond like no other.

Her hand retreated back in a motion snatching the phone from my grasp. Then turned on her heels and walked away. Putting more distance in between me and my precious then normal.

She laid the phone face down on her desk and resumed her previous position. I might as well occupy my time with the test.

A, A, A, A, these bubbles read. One of these little fuckers must be wrong. I went through and checked my answers over and over plugging in and solving out and yet they were right. At least I hope s...

I didn't get to finish my thought due to a familiar sound reoccurring. On Ms.T's desk lay my phone and it just made that noise I'd normally love to here but despised at the moment.

Ms.T grabbed my phone and fiddled until she successfully put my phone on silent. I watch her lay it back face down, I turn my attention back to my test and continue.

Before I could even finish the question my phone had made its presence known again, by creating a mini earthquake atop Ms.T's desk.

One after the other, earthquakes shook the contents on her desk slightly shifting them. She stared at the phone in anger for a moment, but the spotlight was ripped away seconds later by one of my fellow students.

"Damn Melony got the juice" an obnoxious goofball, blurted out from the back of the room. Well what exactly is this juice that I have, and how does it relate to my phone?

"Melony please come turn off this ruckus?" Mrs.T demand more then asked. I shuffled out my seat, turned off my phone and back, swiftly, in an attempt to not draw more attention then I already had.

Before I shut it off I noticed all those little earthquakes were ignited from Instagram post.
@Bow.ty left a comment on your post.
@Bow.ty liked your photo.
@Bow.ty....@Bow.ty....@Bow.ty.... Their name reoccurring. I'd just have to see it later.

My test was complete and all that was left was the digital clock, clinging so helplessly to the walls.

:59 it read. It seemed like hours have passed staring at the number. But what really was no more then seconds later. The little red light of the clock took a new form. Releasing the students from class. As well as sounding the dismissal bell.

Just like everyone else. I made a b-line to the door snatching my phone up in the process.

I was really curious as to who was behind these alarms, but my attention was pulled away, by an arm snaking across my shoulder.