I stood there with three of my best friends. I was the only one who wasn’t talking on my cell phone. In fact, I was the only one without a cell phone. Sydney had a chocolate, Lilly had a Venus, and Sam had the voyager. I was mad out of my mind when my mom told me I had to wait until the eighth grade to get a phone. Who does she think she is? My mother? When my friends had finally stopped talking, they asked me where my cell phone was. They could tell I didn’t have one from the blank expression on my face.
“You don’t have one do you?” asked Sam. I smiled weakly but then my hand shot up.
“I do have one! Look!” I said. I formed a phone shape with my pinky and my index finger and said “Talk to the hand!”