Saffron rolled over to switch her alarm off. As she did so, she pictured all those other girls who rolled over and got their phones. "Saffron! Breakfast!" Mum yelled up the stairs. "Morning mum," Saffron sighed, pouting herself a bowl of cornflakes. Mum looked at Saffron as if she's gone mad. "Why so sad Saffron? It's your birthday!" Saffron stopped eating. "It is? Oh, yes it is!" she shrieked. Birthdays were the only time Saffron had high hopes. "You get your presents after school," Mum said, and Saffron instantly lost hope. "Welp, I'm gonna go now. Bye mum." The bus was already waiting.
Everyone was chatting away to their friends, and Saffron knew they were sharing funny texts. She sighed, and plopped down on a seat. But that seat was next too... "Excuse me, this is my seat!"
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The Girl Without A Phone
General FictionEveryone in the world has a phone. Everyone except Saffron. She has no friends, but she hasn't the money for a phone. But does she really need one?
