"Mom, I need a phone."
His mom did a double take at him. "What?"
"I need a phone."
"Why? You never wanted one before. . ."
Kwensi shrugged and tried to play it normal. "Well, I want one now. I guess it would just feel right, you know?"
His mom studied him, debating on what she would do. Kwensi grew nervous, like horror movie I-Just-Heard-A-Noise-Downstairs nervous.
Then, after what felt like ions, she nodded her head. "Okay, I'll get you a phone."
Kwensi jumped for joy and hugged her tightly. "Thank you, ma." He pulled away. "So, when will you get it?"
She sat down on a swirly chair by the table island. "I'll get you a phone by. . . The beginning of next week."
And Kwensi didn't complain.
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Cool Kids
Teen Fiction❝I wish that I could be like the cool kids, 'cause all the cool kids, they seem to fit in.❞ Kwensi's new to the country, so he needs to be accepted by a large community of his schoolmates, or so he thinks. ❝She sees them walking in a straight li...
