In my hand holds over
100 dollars,
The trust to have it is great

My Mom’s phone is in my warm,
sweaty hand

Thump, thump
I hear as my sister runs by me

Smack “ouch”
Her hand strikes my back at full force
she sprints over the bridge
the thought of tackling her was great

I run after her,
The phone slipped out of my hand
and it skidded across the bridge
then into the water

In shock, dragging my feet and feeling light headed,
I slowly drag my million pound body to where it fell

The ripples in the water gives me the chills as
I realized it was gone