Swish, swish. Swish, swish
We paddled through the shiny, clear water as a cool breeze in the sun
stole the hat right off my mum’s head. With a ringing in
my ear and an ache in my arm, we paddled forward to a bridge while
splashing my mother in the face. She took her phone out of her wet pockets
and asked me to take a few photos. As we passed under the bridge, I gave
the phone back to her and she held it in her hand. Suddenly a shiny,
hook-like figure flew out of the sky blinding me. The next thing I knew I
saw a bloody finger and a shocked look on my mother’s
face. My mind quickly raced back to its senses and I realised what was
wrong. My mother had lost her phone. I shook an angry look at the people
fishing above. So much for a nice holiday trip!
Fortunately, we went with a small party from our family, our first attempt was hopeless, we couldn’t find the phone or the shiny case anywhere. Later when we finished our lap and headed back. My mom offered us a prize for whoever found it. I was way too scared to dive in and look for it. But our cousin was up for the challenge and he actually found it. You’d probably think the phone would be broken but luckily it was perfectly fine, no rice needed. Sure, there was a tiny bit in the speakers but the phone still recovered. Even if it was broken it was still a relatively new phone and we still had the old one. If you were wondering if my mum’s finger was okay, it healed extremely quickly.