It was a long 3 days back from camp.
Finally home on a cold and rainy day.
When i got home I took care of all of my things, and did some laundry.
After that, I became extremely curious on where my phone went.

I continued to think how mysterious it is that my phone  is missing.
I knew it wasn't my intention to misplace it, but what if it was seriously lost?

There I was continuing to think how furious my mom was going to be.
I tried to think back about where I had been in the short amount of time that I was home.
Until finally I thought about the washer.
So i began to look, and as nervous as I was, i was shaking And there it was at the bottom of the washer.
I clutched my phone and jerked it to myself as quick as possible.
It could just feel the water coming out of the charger hole.
It was very unpredictable to say it was fixable.

A few days later I told my mom.
I was highly apprehensive, to see how she would react.
Next thing you know it her reception isn't even that bad.
Upset? Yes. Mad? No.
I was very astonished to see her not that mad, and to know i was getting another phone!

I have learned to always stay organized and responsible because of this experience. Now I know to make sure all of my pockets are empty and there is nothing valuable that can break in the washer. Never again, I would repeat to myself, Never again.