“I just didn’t know what to do” I kept saying to myself over and over whilst I walked back home. The events of the bus ride playing in my head like a home movie. Should I ring her, I mean I have her number or would that just creep her out?
“When the hell did life get so fucking complicated” I said aloud.
“Normally as soon as you wake up everyday” said a passing cyclist. I turned around to see him, just as he passed me. Feeling even more paranoid now I walked now without saying a thing. Opening that front door I prepared myself for the bollocking to come. Because having a phone…is a sin or something.
“Where is your phone, boy?!” yelled my mother almost as soon as my head passed the door. Sighing to myself I began to recipe the bullshit story I had concocted on the walk.
“I had to take it into the phone shop for some repairs” I said as confidently as I could in this situation.
“Oh what can possibly be wrong with a mobile you never use?” she replied in a slightly calmer tone. A good point. but I know my mother and there is always one answer that she will always to believe.
“I broke the screen by stepping on it when you made me clean my room.” I said calmly hoping that it would work again. See my parents refuse to accept that i’m old enough to have any real responsibly or grip on reality, so saying I did something stupid was all to believable to my them.
“Stupid boy, we trusted you, at age 16 to be able to look after something of your own.” My mother said bitterly.
“Whatever” I said and pushed past her towards the stairs.
“Fucking bitch” I said under my breath as i reached the top step.

I had made it. My room, My safe haven, my castle, Shanghai. I closed the door behind me, dropped my bag, tossed my jacket on my bed. And I just stood there for a minute, when suddenly my phone began to ring.
“shit shit shit shit fucking shit” I stammered, I quickly answered my phone as quietly as possible.
“Look who ever you are I cant talk right now” and hung up just as my mum pushed open my door, if this was a cartoon there would be steam coming out of her ears nose and eyes…
“YOU LYING LITTLE BASTARD” She yelled, thank god that my dad was at work or the I would have been waving good bye to all but my school work. Though i knew my mum would tell him as soon as he arrived.
“No…they fixed it in store” I said mentally wincing at this lame answer. “Please let this work” I thought to myself.
She ripped the phone from me and examined the screen far more closing than a “sane” person would.
“Then why is it so scratched and I think u lied to me and took your phone into college” she said confidently.
“Its not like its against the law mum, EVERYONE has a phone these days and their not the size of bricks anymore, its not M-MY fault you are 20 years behind everyone else” I said with a slight choke. Panic rushed though my body. Could this get much worse? oh yes. Almost instantly after I finished the phone started to vibrate in my mother hand. She glanced down at the screen then looked at me with a look of outrage.
“Who is this ‘Emily’ some whore…?” she said with venom in her words.