My parents took me to the Whiz BangTM store.
“Hello. I would like to be a part of the conversation, please,” I told the employee at the front desk.
“Huh?” she asked.
“Um, I want to buy a Whiz BangTM phone, please,” I said.
“Oh, okay. Coming right up.” She reached down for a tray of display phones and laid them out before me. They sparkled like precious diamonds.
“I’ll take that one!” I exclaimed, pointing toward the smallest, coolest one. “It’s perfect for me.”
“The Whiz BangTM Mini. Great choice!” the saleswoman said.
“Now, this isn’t going to be one of those things where we buy this phone today and the brand-new model comes out tomorrow, is it?” Dad asked.
“Don’t worry, sir,” she said. “It’s very unlikely that that would happen.”
She turned her attention back to me. “Have you had a cell phone before?”
“Nope! This is my first one,” I replied.
“Congratulations! Just make sure to be very careful with it,” she said. “Even with a protective case, the glass screen is very fragile.”
“Fragile. Roger that!”
When we got back to the house, Mom and Dad posted a new “Cell Phone Policy” on the fridge.
Even Mom and Dad’s strict rules couldn’t keep me from being on 
9. I was officially part of the conversation (or “convo,” as the cool kids called it—I was picking up the lingo already!).
The next day, I could hardly wait until lunchtime to show my new phone to my friends. The day dragged on. But finally, the bell rang for lunch!
“Look at my new phone!” I said.
Duckie looked up from a messy PB&J. “Oh. That’s a Mini?”
“Uh, yeah?” I responded.
“It’s the old model…,” Penny said.
The old model? That didn’t sound good.
“What do you guys have?” I asked. Everyone held up their phones.
“The new model. The Whiz BangTM Boom,” Wilson said.
Maybe everyone else had the Whiz BangTM Boom, but that didn’t change anything. I still loved my Mini, and it loved me. (Or at least it would have if it hadn’t been a cell phone.)
I added everyone’s information, and made sure to get a pic of each person for their contact profile.