I still had a few hours before I had to meet Anna at the club, so I settled down with a good book and a bag of chips.
Just as I got hooked into the storyline, a loud ringing startled me.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
I looked around, trying to figure out what that beeping sound was when my eyes collided with the lit up screen of the iPhone.
"Oh, that must be her ringtone." I sigh.
I look at the caller ID.
'Restricted'
I picked it up.
"Hello?"
Static.
"Hello?.."
The static was only getting louder. I tried calling out a few more times but still no response.
I was about to pull the phone away from my ear due to the loudness when - click.
Call ended
Must've been a mistake.
I was getting nowhere with this phone.
I went back to my book and spent a few blissful hours reading.
An hour before our meeting time, I pulled a shirt on over my head.
One that I had borrowed from Anna, of course.
And paired it with some black booty shorts. I put on flats, no way was I wasting a night in high heels and applied cherry red lipstick.
I had prepared as much as I wanted and was just about to head out the door when the phone rang again.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
I annoyingly grab the phone off the couch and pick it up.
"Hello" I breathe in an aggravated voice.
There was nothing this time, no static, no nothing, but silence.
What was the problem with this thing? Maybe I should just take this to the police station in the morning and have them deal with it.
"Can you hear me?"
I yelped as the sound of a woman's voice came over the phone. I put the phone back up to my ear cautiously.
"Hello? Do you know who's phone this belongs to? I found it outside my apartment and -"
Click.
Call ended.
By this point I was angry.
Was someone playing a prank on me?
I tossed the phone back on the couch.
Enough of this. I thought to myself. I would deal with it when I got home.
Or maybe I'd let Anna deal with it. She was better at handling these types of things.
With that, I headed out the door and into the night.
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Short Story*Based on an article written by Rona Vaselaar from ThoughtCatalog.com* Amanda is a 20 year old college student who on her way home finds a white iPhone 4 outside of her apartments, unknowingly, she opens the phone to find whom it belongs to. What s...