Your Phone

My sister had one of the smartphones, among her peers.
A smart device that could display quality videos and amazing pictures, among other countless fascinating things it could do.

She would always send us on errands, make us do her work, and enslave us which we happily accept just so we could get hold of the phone and take pictures, or watch videos while she held it.

On this fateful day, I had gone on an errand for her, and in return, I expected her to reciprocate the deed by giving me her phone to have little fun with, but she didn't. I explained and argued and cried but my strength was wasted by her silence.

After thinking about how to revenge, I concluded that while she slept at night, I would sneak up to her and have the phone for myself for as long as I wanted.

I was awake until I saw her turn to the side and dropped her phone above the bed frame. I allowed her an extra minute to dive deep into sleep and went close. I already grabbed the device when my hand was seized. She hadn't slept yet. She got up and gave me a knock.

I let out a scream, having the phone was not a success yet, and an extra knock too?
A pain to sleep with.
I made sure my cry woke the whole family, the more I remembered how futile my whole plans were and how my plans were shattered, I increased the loudness of my wailing.