Where was it? Where did it go? I had somehow lost my phone! I looked everywhere, in my bag, in my pocket. O no. I must have left it in my last class.
“I think I left my phone in my last class, can I go get it please?” I asked the teacher.
“Yes, but hurry.” She said
I quickly leapt out of my chair and ran out the door. I ran down the stairs and to the second floor. I entered the class and asked,
“Did I leave my phone in here?”
Everyone began searching around their seats.
“I don’t think it’s in here,” the teacher said. “If we find it I’ll let you know.”
“Okay, thanks,” I said as I quickly walked back up to the fourth floor.
Where could it be I thought to myself. I began thinking of all of the places I may have left it.
When I returned to class I could not stop thinking about my phone. After class ended I began putting my stuff away. I picked up my binder and there it was, my phone in all of its glory. The entire time, my phone, was under my binder! Frustrated, I grabbed my phone and turned it on.
“No!” I yelled. I had forgotten my charger at home. And my phone was at one percent.