THE NOT-SO-HAPPY PLACE Martinique
John
As the school bell rang for students to get out of school, I waited for my best friend Asia so that we could leave and walk around the neighborhood. As me and Asia were walking through the neighborhood park, where trees were swinging, the cool fall air was pushing against my face. I saw the new Apple Store that just got built overnight. Strange, I thought. The lines were as long as a Burmese Python. I heard one of the workers shouting “New iPhone! New iPhone!” I asked one of the people in the line, “Hey, what’s new this time with the iPhone?” “Siri is different, the phone has five new cameras, and it comes in eight different colors,” they replied. “Thank you,” I said as I walked home. When I got home, this new iPhone was still in my head for some strange reason . . . ***** The next morning as I walked downstairs for breakfast, I heard the news on the living room TV playing loud. “The new iPhone has gone haywire, turning everyone that has it into a brainless zombie.” As I’m listening to it, my mother said to me, “You better not be going out there to get that crazy new iPhone.” 173
