Don’t Pick An iPhone If You Found it Near The Street

It all began when I found a cell phone.

It was parked on the curb outside my flat. A Black iPhone 7Plus that is in fairly good shape. To get a better look, I picked it up off the ground. The awfully sparkly purple case makes me think it belonged to a high school girl. I liked the phone anyway; the case was tacky, but it had kept the charge pretty well. It looked like the phone had been dropped from a careless girl's book bag, but it was still in perfect shape. There are no small cracks, dings, dents, or anything else.

As I walked into my flat and threw my bag on the floor while taking off my coat and shoes, I kept looking at the phone. The person who lost it must really want it back. The screen came on when I hit the home button. With a swipe to the right, I saw that the phone wasn't locked after all. Thank goodness for stupid young girls for now, I'm going to ignore the fact that I was one of those girls. I looked through the names until I found one that said "Mom." I then pressed the call button.

There's nothing.It looked like my fingers hadn't been picked up by the touch screen. As I looked around, I pressed "call" again. Once more. There's nothing.At that very moment, my Red iPhone 8 cell phone called me. When I swiped to answer, my best friend's voice came through.

"Hi there, Julie! How did your test go today?"

For a moment, I forgot about my phone and got lost in a deep talk with Annie about how crazy college life…