Text Message (Camren)

Chapter 1

Camila's POV

How do I work this thing? I thought to myself, trying to operate my new phone.

Trying to work something you're completely unfamiliar with is a hard thing to do, especially when you're the least tech-savvy person in all of Miami.

"I see you're struggling with that," my best friend, Dinah, observes. Dinah and I have been friends since the 6th grade. She moved here to Miami after her dad was offered a better job than his previous one.

"Nope, I've got it. I just need to figure out how to get my contacts transferred from my old phone to this phone," I said, growing annoyed with the situation.

"'Mila, you've been messing with that thing for a while now. It can wait till after school," Dinah stated, putting her trash on her tray, getting ready to leave lunch to go to her next class.

"Well, it's not my fault that they make these phones too complicated. Take that up with Apple," I snap.

"First of all, I'ma need you to calm down," Dinah remarks in a threatening tone. "Secondly, why would I take it up with Apple? It ain't their fault you can't work anything with a battery to save your life."

I mutter a "whatever" and roll my eyes, just as the bell rings. I shove my phones back into my front pockets, and get up to leave.

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As I sit in Calculus, staring at a wall, I start thinking about the most irrelevant things. I'm really just trying to make time fly by.

Well, maybe if Mr. Stern had a less monotone voice, I'd actually pay attention, I tell myself. I knew that wasn't true and I was just eager to get home to work on my new phone, but it felt better to blame my inattentiveness on my teacher and his obnoxious voice.

Deciding to take advantage of my seat at the back of the classroom, I pull my new phone and old phone out of my pockets. I go to the 'Contacts' app on my new phone and on my old phone.

I swear, there's gotta be an easier way to move my contacts, I thought to myself. I am definitely not looking forward to manually moving all of my contacts from one phone to the other.

Before I start copying the phone numbers from my old phone, I decide it'd be quickest to type the numbers I already have memorized. That list included my mom, my dad, Dinah, and another relatively close friend of mine, Ally.

I get all of the memorized numbers typed into my phone and begin to start moving my contacts from my old phone to my new phone when I notice that the teacher has stopped talking. I look up to see that all eyes are on me.

Oh my God. I hate when teachers do this, I think to myself.

"Ms. Cabello, unless you're texting Isaac Newton or Gotttfried Leibniz to ask them how they came up with the concept of Calculus, I suggest you put that phone.. those phones away," Mr. Stern said, while narrowing his eyes on the devices in my hands.

I heard were a few snickers from my classmates and rolled my eyes. People are so immature. Mr. Stern went back to his lesson, students turned back around to listen, and I put my phones back into my pockets and went back to my irrelevant thoughts.

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"Ugh, today was the longest day of my life," Dinah complained, closing her locker.

It was finally the end of the day and I was so eager to get home and start using my new phone.