Amazing Kids! Magazine


By Nneka Nkwocha, age 15, California


It was a picturesque sunny day, but the gym was musty, with a sour smell of sweat lingering in the air. The hype for my game was taking over both my body and mind. I could barely stay still, so I whipped out my cell phone for support. My eyes lit up as I examined the device that was so dear to me.

“Dad, I love it! It’s exactly what I wanted. But isn’t it a bit expensive?”

“You’ve earned it. Your grades have shown that you deserve this reward.”

Oh, how I loved this phone. I recalled my friends cluttering around me as we attempted to take pictures before the game started. We had fooled around and giggled as we admired the quality of the photos. I was overjoyed with the way my day was going, but little did I know that I would soon part with the warmth of this feeling.

The buzzer rang violently, signaling the end of the freshman game. My teammates and I chuckled slyly at each other’s flustered reactions to the oh-so-familiar noise. As if on cue, the shriek of our coach chastised us for not being on the court to warm up. Startled by her sharp voice, I carelessly tossed my cell phone into my backpack, and then rushed onto the court in fear of getting yelled at.

After the long game of sweat and determination, we crushed the opposing team with ease. We cheerfully jogged back to the bleachers, but as I searched through my bag, my heart stopped.

It was gone. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I gazed around and I spotted Rachael nearby. “Did you see anybody near my backpack during my game?”

“No, only Shannon and your sisters.”

I glared up at my savage-like sisters as they ate my gummy worms. It had to be them. Shannon was a 4’10 fragile, small girl. She was known for her outstanding straight ‘A’ transcript. Everybody saw her as a well-mannered, harmless child rather than a teenager. She couldn’t hurt a fly, let alone steal a cell phone. But suddenly, a bright pink object knocked me out of that train of thought. From the corner of my eye, I saw somebody scurry out of the gym. I keenly flew down the bleachers, and ran towards the locker room. I busted through the door, and to my surprise, I found Shannon holding my phone…case. She had my pink, crystal embedded phone case.

“Shannon, why do you have my phone…?” I questioned.

“Wait, it’s not what it looks like,” Shannon pleaded.

I stared Shannon down in disbelief.

“During the game, I noticed your phone was gone, but your case was left, so I was about to put your case in your locker to keep it safe,” Shannon explained.

“Oh, okay, thank you Shannon,” I said, embarrassed.

“Anytime.” She put the case in my hand and sauntered away.

Now alone in the locker room, I held onto my case, and I examined it as if it would come to life and tell me all the answers to this heart-wrenching dilemma. My sadness quickly turned into fury as I shoved my phone case in my pocket and marched into the security office.

The last security official was just about to leave when I stopped him in his tracks, barging into his office. I could tell that he was not the least bit fascinated with my story.

“How can I help you?” he said as he checked his watch.

“Yes, my cell phone has been stolen,” I said. As those words left my mouth, I was nauseated by the unwanted phrase.

“Okay,” he sighed. “What did it look like?”

“Well, it’s a pink iPhone 5c; it has a small piece scraped off near the earphone hole. The screen protector is slightly peeling off, and there are a few discoloration spots on the back of the phone.” I was talking so fast, and the words just kept spilling out.

“Okay… I’ll contact you if we find anything.” He slowly backed away.

“Wait, don’t you need some way to contact me?” I questioned.

“Oh, yeah, right,” he said sluggishly. “Um… give me your I.D. number.”

It was obvious that the security guard was not in any way interested in finding my stolen item.

A day, a week, still nothing. As time passed I lost more and more hope. Since that day, there has been a hole in my heart that won’t be filled until justice is served. And I have been wishing to this day that I hadn’t been so careless with such a precious item.