This story is about a 16 year old girl named Ruby. One day, Ruby was at the mall looking around, when she suddenly finds an iPhone that has been dropped on the ground, owner unknown. She starts going through the phone, looking for any leads on who t...
I wake to the sound of my alarm going off repeatedly. I roll over to the other side of the bed and slam my hand onto the snooze button. Mondays, oh how I dread your presence.
I slide out of bed and proceed my morning routine. I brush my teeth, then walk over to my closet. I pull out a white, loose tee-shirt, black skinny jeans, and a red flannel shirt to wrap around my waist. I loosely curl my hair and put a black beanie over it. I put on natural looking makeup, then slide on my black Converse and look in the mirror.
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Huh, not bad for a Monday morning, I think. I swipe my book bag from my desk chair and sling it over my shoulder, grab my phone and a cereal bar, and yell goodbye to my mom sitting at the dining room table, reading a magazine while sipping coffee.
When I get to my car waiting for me in the driveway, I see Clay alreading sitting in the passenger seat.
"What makes you think I'm taking you to school?" I grimace.
"Please. Mom's car is in the shop so I have to let her use mine. Plus, neither one of my friends have a car," he pleads with puppy eyes.
"Ugh, fine," I roll my eyes. I slide into the driver's seat, and put the key into the ignition. When we are on the road, not even ten minutes away from our school, I glance over at my brother. He's staring out the window, the look that he gets when he is thinking about something serious.
"Whatcha thinkin' 'bout?" I ask.
"Nothing, it's just," he pauses, gathering his thoughts. "I just feel like I'm forgetting something."
"What, like your phone or homework?" I ask, eyes plastered to the road.
"No, I feel like I'm forgetting something more important than that," he exhales, defeated.
I pause before I answer. I think about what he just said.
"Yeah," I agree with him after a few minutes of silence. "Me too..."
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A/N - BOOM! Plot twist! Get ready for the next part of "The iPhone"!
