The Greatest Fears Come From Beneath

It's MIIIINE!!!!

Now I was jogging to the school so I would have enough time to get this phone reset. Someone threw out their Samsung for their new Iphone, and I now understood that phrase,"One man's trash is another man's treasure." All the possibilities from this phone were opening up to me, and I felt like Elliott from E.T.: very excited about what just happened, but not sure what's going to happen in the future because of it.

I reached the school at 8:43. Sixteen minutes to get the phone wiped before school starts. I ran to the library and turned on one of the desktops. This annoying picture of a little kid on the side of the screen where you log in was grinning at me, almost challenging me to get this phone wiped in time. I was so excited. I rapidly tapped in my username and password and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

UUUGGHHHH! The freakin computers here take forever to log in, so that wasted about five minutes already. Now I had nine minutes after it eventually logged me in. I searched for Samsung Galaxy factory reset, and it showed me a bunch of idiots smashing their phones. I scrolled farther down. Wiki answers. Fine I'll try this. I clicked on it and the question being answered was Fatory rest samug Galaxy S How?

Even though I wanted to change my purpose on the desktop and find out where this fool was to kill him, I rolled down on the site, past all the assholes saying. "C*nt.", "Stick it in your wass." and "Chockate mik?", I eventually found a reasonable answer.

Push and hold both the power button and volume down button. Eventually you will see a menu of what you want done to the phone. Use volume buttons to go up or down on selections and home button to select.

I followed the instructions (First time I ever did that.) And it worked flawlessly. I checked the clock. 8:56. I watched it boot up and saw it wanted me to set up the phone. YAAAASSSS

I walked over to my Spanish classroom and set up the phone while I waited for school to start. A lot of this stuff was useless, but the important stuff was getting a Google account, setting up language, and convincing my phone that it didn't need a sim card. Once I did that, it faded into the wallpaper. It was beautiful. I never thought I'd get a phone, but here it was, in my hand. Mine.

People were walking into the classroom now, but I was focused on the phone. Thanks to school WiFi, I could connect to the Internet and download Instagram. As it was installing, the final bell rang.

Jesus sat down next to me. I grinned and held up my new/cracked phone. He glanced for a moment, then grinned himself. He knew I lived in a car, and understood that this was important to me. If this guy spoke English he'd be a great bud. I realized at that moment I could Google translate talk to him. I went to the site to try to talk to him, but then the teacher walked in.

"Alriight class, I'll take that paper the sub told you to work on yesterday. "

F***************ck

I'd completely forgot about it! I pulled out the blank paper and stared at it.

If I act like I'm about to throw up, and have the paper in my back pocket, I may be able to do this in the bathroom. Hope there's WiFi in there.

I jumped out of my seat. "I FEEL REALLY NAUSEATED!! I NEED TO GO THE BATHROOM NOW PLEASE!"

He glared at me, then decided in his head I was not going to buy drugs, and let me go. I breathed heavily as I made my way over to the bathrooms, then stopped as I went inside. The smell was awful in there, but it wasn't the worst ever. I pulled out my phone and in five minutes, the entire thing was done. Oh, my wonderful cracked phone.

I put cold water on my face to make me look nasty and walked back to class slowly. I whipped up a little bit of shaking.

"Can I leave today? My dad can't pick me up because he's at work." I don't like saying where he works.

"That's fine, but do you have the homework done before you go?"

The entire plan went so well, I was amazed. I walked to my desk which was in the back of the room, and had plenty of blind spots from the teacher to pull it out of my pocket. Once I did that, I let him see me pull the paper from my notebook.

Without suspicion he took it and I was out. I was so happy. I went over to the McDonald's by the school, got a drink, and sat in a corner.

I got connected to Instagram and set up my account. Doclobster was my name. The rest of the school day I taught myself everything about the phone. The camera on the phone worked wonderfully. I don't know how that happened but I wasn't going to figure it out. By 4:00, I decided it was a good time to leave and went over to Jack-in-the-Box to start my shift which started again at 5.

I arrived at Jack-in-the-Box and took a picture of the restaurant. This was going to be my first post on Instagram. I then went inside and subtitled it: My home, my job, and my family.

After I posted it, I asked my dad for the car keys, and got my clothes for work.

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My shift was over, so I went in the bathroom to change back into my regular clothes, but while I was in there I remembered my phone. I pulled it out and checked it. No notifications.

I went into Instagram to figure out what I may have forgotten. That was when I realized I forgot tags. That's the dumbest thing ever created. I thought, and went back outside to meet my dad.

Every other night we go to the showers outside the school to clean up. That place is essentially just for us, all the other people around there think it's below them to use these showers. That's fine, more time for us. I wanted to try to get a picture of my dad, so when we got in the car to sleep, I waited a bit. When his breathing was even, I pulled out my phone and snapped a picture of him. We were close to the school so I was able to connect to the WiFi. I subtitled the picture: My dad. Always there for me. #padre #military #family.

Feeling good about honoring my dad in my own little way, I put it up, and fell asleep.