‘You are the worst friend I have ever met!’ Angela shouted at me. Suddenly, she dropped her phone. After a flash of bright light, something started sucking me into the phone and I fainted.
When I opened my eyes, I found out that it was very dark. I couldn’t move. Bright light shone in, and I was touched by my owner. My arms were electric circuits. There were many buttons on my body. My owner, Angela, pressed the ‘Facebook’ button. I saw her account. I was surprised that I accidentally logged out. I could see all her texts with her friends. She texted me and asked me whether I had finished my homework. Unfortunately, I couldn’t reply to her.
After she finished her homework, she started to play Kart Rider Rush – a video game that I often play with her. She joined the speed competition. As this competition was thrilling and competitive, she pressed my body quickly and hard. I was in pain and angry. For revenge, I loaded slowly and she lost. She was angry.
There was only 35% battery left. She went to get a charger and fed me with battery. The current tasted bad – like medicine. It was already nighttime. Angela switched off the phone and slept.
The next day, I could see Angela’s face. She looked funny when she was wearing pajamas. She checked Whatsapp to see if I had replied to her or not. She was sad because I still hadn’t replied to her yet. Then I slept for a long time because she had to go to school.
After a good nap, I could hear what Angela said. I was delighted because when she was having dinner, she told her mum that she regretted shouting at me. I was surprised. I really wanted to tell her that I didn’t mind but I couldn’t. She even cried. I really wanted to comfort her. After dinner, she watched TV and charged me with a different charger. The current tasted better. It tasted like lemon juice.
The next day, I could speak. I was extremely elated. I said to Angela, ‘Hello! I am Phoebe. Please don’t cry. I accept your apology.’ Angela was so surprised and scared that she accidentally dropped me from her hand. My body started to crack. I was in pain. I used all of the remaining energy to search for a photo of me and her. After that, I fainted. The screen turned dark. Angela panicked. She was worried. She burst into tears which dropped on the phone. The tears flew from the screen to my body. I recovered! The phone was switched on again. Angela was relieved.
Although I have recovered, I am still very weak. I can’t see, hear or speak. The phone isn’t functioning well. Angela takes good care of me and cleans me every day. I have recovered a bit. Oh God, why am I still a phone? When can I get out of it?