By Melissa L. Webb
Olive looked at the cell phone in her hand. She couldn’t believe it was really hers. For so long her parents had told her no; that she didn’t need one. But here it was. A gift from the gods.
She looked over at her mother, wrapping paper falling from her lap. “This is the best birthday present ever!” she squealed, throwing her arms around her.
Her mom let out a delighted laugh. “I’m glad you like it. Your father and I figured it was time to get you one. You did start high school this year.”
“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” Olive told her. “I was the only one at school who didn’t have one.”
“Well, now you’re not,” she said, tapping the small box in her daughter’s hands. “I’ve set it all up for you, and gave it a full charge. You’re good to go.”
The girl’s smile grew even bigger. “Really? I can’t wait to tell Mindy.” Pulling herself away, she ran for the stairs. “Thank you!” she cried again, taking the stairs two at a time. Racing for her room, she threw herself on the bed. Popping open the box, she grabbed her shiny new phone from inside.
She got busy calling everyone she knew. It was time for the school to know Olive Cain was just as cool as everyone else now. She had the world at her fingertips and it was heaven.
After squeals all around, Olive leaned back against her headboard. It was exhausting being so popular. She had practically talked her jaw off. Oh well. Being an adult did have its responsibilities.
She was just thinking about seeing if her father was home when her phone rang. Ice cream and cake would just have to wait. She had more people to talk to. “Hello?” she said.
Static greeted her on the other end. It crackled and snapped, causing Olive to flinch.
“Hello?” she tried again. “We have a bad connection. I can’t hear you.”
The static stopped, the line falling eerily quiet. A deep breath sounded on the other end, shuddering like a dry sob. “It’s…your turn now,” a soft voice said before the line went dead.
Olive stared at the phone in her hands. What a strange call. It must have been for whoever had the number before her. She shrugged, getting up from the bed. Oh well. It didn’t concern her. She had cake and ice cream waiting for her downstairs.