iPhone Adventure

I have an iPhone 5, but I forgot to charge it overnight, so I borrowed my mom's iPhone 4. I usually put phones in my sweater pocket. Before I left the school building during dismissal, I made sure I still had the phone. Then I left and bought a St. Patricks day tinsel wig and a horn which I named Niall Horn. Get it? I walked to the subway with my friends, blowing Niall Horn at their faces. When I got home, I rang my doorbell, but no one was opening it. I wondered if my mom took my sister to the playground. I looked for the phone so I could call her. It wasn't in my sweater, or coat... or bookbag. I panicked. I retraced my steps to the subway. It wasn't their. I took the train to stop I get off on for school. It wasn't their. I walked through 4th Ave, finding. I asked a construction worker if he saw a white iPhone 4. He said he didn't, but he offered me help. The man lent me his phone, but I forgot the last four digits of the number. STUPID! How do I not remember my mom's cell number. So I called home and my mom picked up. My mom said some person called and found my phone. I went to school and got a subway pass. Then I walked past McDonald's and some bank, and to the subway. I got home one hour late. After I arrived, my dad got home, and said some woman waited half-an-hour for him to pick up the phone. I asked where she was. He said in Park Slope, in McDonald's. REALLY? I spent an hour looking for that phone, and at one point it was just 50ft away from me? WOW!