I say "Herpy" because for me, it sucks.
I'm a good kid. I always do my homework. I do well in school and always try my hardest. I do things when I'm asked. I do things with out being asked. I never ask for anything. The last thing my mom bought for me in a while was dinner. I basically live like a monk almost. I bought my guitar with my own money. I bought my camera with my own money. I NEVER ask for anything unreasonable. All I do is give my parents the upmost respect and love. I'm not fussy. I don't act out. I don't lie. I mostly home anyways. I don't expect much in return. Al I want to know is that my parents love me and appreciate me. Well, they got half of it down.
I dropped my phone Friday morning. It always falls. This time when I turned it back on, the screen was just black. The keys worked but I couldn't see anything. I showed my mom and she was upset. I showed my dad and he wasn't happy. I told them I was sorry. I can't use the phone- it just doesn't work. I only know my mom and the house's number by heart. I can recognize some other numbers but that's it. So my dad and mom went to the AT&T store today. They didn't ask me to go so they told me to babysit my little sister, she's 4, I babysit her all the time, free of charge. They came back 2 1/2 hours later. They had my mom's old phone in hand.
Let me explain this sinario. My mom didn't like the service on her old phone which was with AT&T. She got a Blackberry from Verision. She hated it. It was too difficult to figure out. So she went back 2 weeks ago to AT&T to get an iPhone, she loves it. I love it too. I've been asking for an iPhone for like.... 4 months now. So, yea. Explained. Anyways, she kept her old phone which was terrible and falling apart and the reason she was getting bad service. She liked it's alarm capabilities.
I just asked them calmly, "Am I getting mom's old phone?" and they were like, "Yup." My dad put my SIM card in it and put in upstairs to charge. I had some Halloween candy and carved a pumpkin and helped the community park put up some decorations and then came home. At around lunch I asked my mom, "Just wondering but, why couldn't I get an iPhone?" She told me, "Michele, you weren't being careful with your phone and this is what happened." I told her, "But mom, I just don't see why I can't have the iPhone, I've offered to pay for the monthly package fee." She just said, "Christmas is coming!" and not in the cheery way. Yea, Christmas is coming, in two months.
I went upstairs to get my mom's.... I mean my phone and opened it up. I checked my messages and closed it. I hate this phone. I hated it when my mom had it. Everyone hated this phone. It literally is the suckiest phone ever. It's thickness it about 1/2 of your thumb. Awful. I got a message and it whispered let me be your hero.... (Inrique Iglesias song). I swalloed a HUGE lump in my throat. Then I opened the phone to see the message and the front cover literally popped off. I lost it. I smacked my head down on the counter and cried for a good 3 minutes. I hate this phone.
I decided to change the ringtone so it was less horrble. I found a Family Guy one on YouTube where Peter sings this funny song. I felt a little better. I went to the counter and layed my head down. My mom walked in the room and saw I was sulking and she said, "What's wrong?" I told her, "May I ask you why I had to get this phone? I've been wanting a new phone for a while now and I've had my old one for almost two years and when Johanna's broke she got a new one." (Johanna= sister) She told me, "Michele, there are kids out there your age that don't even have phones." I was getting upset. I said, "Well that obviously isn't our situation!" We're getting our house removated. The kitchen, the bathrooms, the living room- it isn't cheap, we can afford things. I just don't know why this could possibly be the delema. Oh, by the way. When my dad and mom came back from the store, my dad had gotten an iPhone. He had the SAME PHONE AS ME and he got a new one. So my mom was like, "So just because we have money, you think you should get an iPhone?" and at that moment, I was just done. I told her, "That's not what I'm trying to say at all and you know it. Nevermind. I guess you just don't see it my way." I walked upstairs, closed my door, layed on my bed and cried. I settled down after 5 minutes and then IT started to ring. I burst out crying again.
I'm not being a brat to my parents for giving me a stupid phone. I was a little ticked at first about the phone but that really is just the flemmy layer that has been sitting on top of the sour milk for 10 hours. The real reason I am upset is because they don't show me they appreciate me. That sounds bad. They don't let me know that what I do for them everyday is nice and that they love me and are grateful that I do it. I don't need them to buy me a thankyou card everytime I do something nice for them. I just thought that if I asked for one big thing, like this phone they'd think, "You know, Michele deserves this phone. She does so many things for us and she's a good kid." But no. They need to wait for a major holiday to buy me things. I feel under appreciated. I don't smoke. I don't drink. I'm not on drugs. I don't wear scary make up. I don't even get allowance! I just thought that maybe I was worth buying something nice for. Maybe I deserved a nice phone. Maybe I am good enough for a nice phone. Well in their eyes, I'm just doing as told and it isn't necessary for rewarding such acts. Sorry. I didn't get the memo.
