I Lost My Mobile At the Mall

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by Wendy Harmer




  Table of Contents

  Copyright Page

  Title Page

  Dedication

  Saturday afternoon.

  Saturday. 3 pm. Three hours PM (post mobile).

  Saturday. 7 pm. Seven hours PM.

  Sunday. 11 am. PM.

  Sunday. 5 pm. PM.

  Sunday. 9 pm. PM.

  Monday. 2 am. PM.

  Monday morning. Two days PM.

  Monday night. Two days PM.

  Friday afternoon. Six days PM.

  Friday night. Six days PM.

  Friday night, again. Six days PM.

  Saturday morning. One week PM.

  Saturday morning. Later. One week PM.

  Saturday afternoon. One week PM. Three hours AW (after Will).

  Saturday night. One week PM. Eight hours AW.

  Saturday. Midnight. One week PM. Twelve hours AW.

  Sunday. 2 am. PM. AW.

  Sunday. 10.30 am. PM. AW.

  Sunday. 3 pm. PM. AW.

  Sunday. 5 pm. PM. AW.

  Sunday. 7 pm. PM. AW. PPC (post personal computer).

  Monday. 9 am. PM. AW. PPC.

  Monday. 2 pm. PM. AW. PPC.

  Monday. 3.20 pm. PM. AW. PPC.

  Monday. 8 pm. PM. AW. PPC.

  Tuesday. 4.30 pm. AM. PM. PPC.

  Tuesday. 5.30 pm. PM. AW. PPC.

  Tuesday. 8 pm. PM. AW. PPC.

  Wednesday. 7.30 pm. PM. AW. PPC.

  Thursday. 10.30 am. PM. AW. PPC.

  Friday. 6 pm. PM. AW. PPC.

  Saturday. 4 pm. PM. AW. PPC.

  Saturday. 6 pm. PM. AW. PPC.

  Saturday. 7 pm. PM. AW. PCC.

  Saturday. 8 pm. PM. AW. PCC.

  Saturday. 9 pm. PM. AW. PCC.

  Saturday. 9.30 pm. PM. AW. PCC.

  Saturday. 11 pm. PM. AW. PCC.

  Sunday. 9 am. PM. AW. PPC.

  Sunday. 1 pm. PM. AW. PPC.

  Sunday. 8 pm. PM. AW.

  Monday. 12.30 pm. PM. AW.

  Monday. 4.30 pm. PM. AW.

  Saturday. 7.30 pm. Two weeks later.

  Acknowledgements

  About the Author

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  I lost my mobile in the mall

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  First published by Random House Australia in 2009

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  National Library of Australia

  Cataloguing-in-Publication Entry

  Author: Harmer, Wendy

  Title: I lost my mobile at the mall / Wendy Harmer

  ISBN: 978 1 74166 371 6 (pbk.)

  Target audience: For secondary school age

  Subjects: Cellular telephones – Juvenile fiction

  Lost articles – Juvenile fiction

  Dewey Number: A823.3

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  I lost

  my

  mobile

  at the

  mall

  Teenager on the

  edge of technological

  breakdown

  wendy harmer

  For Maeve and Marley

  ILY4EXXXX

  Saturday afternoon.

  My name is Elly Pickering. I've lost my mobile phone at the mall and am now facing certain death.

  There are many ways a healthy fifteen-year-old girl can die. I'll list a few of them here.

  I have lost my mobile phone so . . .

  1. My mother will kill me.

  OK, she won't try to actually, physically, murder me – she's shorter than me, can't run as fast as me, and won't be able to find an axe until she finds her reading glasses. But in some ways, a sharp, fatal blow to the head would be better than the excruciating long-term abuse that will follow when I break the news. She will accuse me of being lazy, ungrateful, negligent and plain old stupid. The idea that reading glasses can disappear in exactly the same circumstances will not occur to my mother. The first death I suffer will be from an utter lack of natural justice.

  2. My father will kill me.

  My father's part in my death will be more subtle, but just as effective. He will sentence me to die by disappointment. He will not be angry. He won't want to find a blunt instrument and cave in my skull. Instead he'll be 'let down'. His eyes will look to his lap, his shoulders will sag and there will be a long, loud escape of air from his chest, as if I have crept up behind him and pulled out his plug. He will crumple like a punctured bouncy castle. This is the third time I've lost my mobile and I'm sure my father thinks I deliberately throw it down a well to prove to him that there is no God.

  3. My best friend will kill me.

  Bianca will try to actually, physically, murder me. She stabbed me with a pen once when I borrowed her suede skirt and ripped a hole in it. The pen punctured the skin on my thigh and drew blood, the ink went into the muscle tissue and now I have the world's tiniest tattoo. I will have this mark for life . . . and all for a misdemeanour on the hide of a cow that was already dead!

  She will probably try to suffocate me with a pillow (no incriminating strangle marks) if I ever fall asleep anywhere near her – and all because there is a photo in my mobile of her standing next to Hugh Jackman. (OK, losing this is a capital offence, but she is supposed to be my BF and should show mercy.)

  There is also a text in t
here from Jai that he sent to me by mistake on the first night he and Bianca got together. I've been promising for six months to send her the photo and text, but I've been busy. So kill me!

  Bianca will kill me, that's for sure, and no-one will have any evidence to convict her of the crime. The 'Exhibit A' of my phone could be in the lost and found box at the mall and lie there undiscovered for years until the whole thing is exposed on one of those Cold Case File shows on TV. But by then it will be too late.

  I will be long dead.

  4. My boyfriend will kill me.

  This will be death from the grief of a broken heart. BTW, I didn't mention that I also lost my entire handbag and that the friendship ring Will bought me was in it. It's silver, carved with leaves and has tiny blue stones on it. Like something Arwen Evenstar might wear on an Elves' Night Out in Lothlórien. (Lord of the Rings is my fave movie and book.)

  The ring's very, very gorgeous.

  The only reason I wasn't wearing it is because I was at the cosmetics counter trying some hand cream that is supposed to whiten your skin so you can actually have hands that look like Arwen's (or Liv's) and I didn't want to get gunk on it.

  Now it's gone. I don't even want to think what Will might say. It's my first piece of jewellery from a boy, ever. And it's the first piece of jewellery he has given a girl, ever. So who will die from a broken heart first – me or him – no-one can tell. This could be a double homicide. (Technically not quite right, but you know what I mean.)

  5. I will kill myself.

  I am not a particularly dramatic person, but all my numbers, texts and photos were in my phone (one year's worth), and if I don't get them back my life is not worth living.

  Saturday. 3 pm.

  Three hours PM (post mobile).

  I haven't had my phone for three hours now.

  Of course the first thing I did when I got home from the mall was to go on FacePlace and send out an emergency bulletin informing my 105 friends (including the Prime Minister of Australia) that as of midday I am uncontactable by phone. (Our house doesn't have a landline – my mum, dad and my older sister, Tilly, all have mobiles.)

  I also said in the bulletin that if anyone gets a ring from my phone it's not me. Further to that, I advised that if they do get a call from my phone, they should keep the criminal on the line as long as possible, then ring 000 from another line so the police can track down their exact whereabouts, surround them and send in a SWAT team.

  Then I put up a new picture of myself on FacePlace. I like this pic. It's just a close-up of me smiling. I have suntanned skin, you can see a sparkle in my green eyes and my eyelashes are looking almost like a mascara ad. My long brown hair is curling over my shoulders in waves and looks really shiny. I am wearing a black singlet top and my arms look slim. All in all, this is a good pic. Will took it on my camera, so that makes it extra special.

  Then I googled 'lost mobile' and got 17,000,000 mentions. I found the five steps to follow when someone's ripped off your phone – given that it's entirely unlikely that I have lost it.

  1. Phone the number immediately.

  Couldn't do that 'cos I have no phone. Der!

  2. Report the phone missing.

  See above. Der!

  3. Call 1800 LOST and get a bar on the phone.

  Der! No phone!!

  4. Replace the phone.

  This is not going to be as easy as it sounds. I looked in my jewellery box and I have $13.50. I found a birthday card from Nan with a $20 note inside. There was $8.50 in change on my bedside table which brings my total worth to $42. So Mum and Dad will just buy me a new one. Right? Der!

  Then I looked at some glitter eye shadow you can order online. It comes from New York in 3–4 working days.

  Then I got bored.

  Remember what it was like when you lost a baby tooth and your tongue just couldn't help itself from exploring the new squishy gap in your gum? My fingers are like that. They're out to explore without any supervision from me and keep reaching for the phone that isn't there. Tap-tap-tapping on the non-existent keypad.

  :( HLP me. Im dyng.

  People who have had their arms and legs amputated say that sometimes it feels like the missing bit is still attached. As if the nerves from their limbs are still firing electronic impulses to their brains. Then they try to scratch an itch and just swipe at empty air.

  My phone's been amputated. I can feel it vibrating in my pocket, beep-beeping with a message or ringing in my ears, and I turn and reach for it, but it's gone.

  Gone for three whole hours. That's one hundred and eighty minutes or 10,800 seconds. Your life could totally change in that time. That's if you had any way of knowing.

  One hundred and eighty minutes is also how long it took to watch the movie Australia (which seemed like for-ev-er, but when Bianca and I came out of the movieplex, the sun was, amazingly, still out) and while I was in there with my phone switched off, checking out Nicole Kidman's hair, my life could have changed forever and I wouldn't have known.

  That is entirely possible. Think about it.

  In that time I could have had a call from Will saying that he loved me.

  ILY4E

  I told Will I loved him first. OK, everyone in the entire history of the earth knows that this is a BAD move. I didn't mean to say it, but it just came out.

  It was yesterday after school when I was watching Will surf down at Hammerhead. I was sitting on the sand minding our stuff. Not because I am a totally downtrodden female, but because I had just combed a mango and passionfruit treatment through my hair. I was enjoying the 'luxurious tropical fragrance', lying back and imagining I was in Tahiti. I didn't want to go swimming and ruin the treatment with a massive salt blast. Salt is bad for you. That's what they say. Bad for your hair. Bad for your heart. And, as I discovered, bad for your love-life.

  Because the thing is, it was just an ordinary summer afternoon at Hammerhead. The sky was an ordinary blue. The sand an ordinary beige. And as I watched Will trudging up the dune to where I was sitting, I just felt like my ordinary self.

  And then Will leaned over me and when he did that, I saw close up that his golden curls were clumped together with tiny globs of salt. I saw that his eyes were the same soft grey as the rocks in the cliff. And then I noticed that the sun was shining through every drop of water on his skin and he seemed to be strung with fairy lights – a magical water sprite washed up on the incoming tide. And then I told him I loved him.

  'Uh, towel,' says Will.

  And then I ran and jumped in the sea, creating a giant mango and passionfruit conditioner slick that is probably still giving wading birds in New Zealand glossier and more manageable feathers.

  Ever since then, I've been waiting to be given the kiss of life. And now my mobile, my lifeline, is gone and for the past three hours I've been drifting in an open sea.

  PLZHLPme. Im gng under.

  I'm sitting on my bed and I can hear Mum's car coming up the drive. It should be like the Hammerhead Surf Rescue Boat is coming to save me, but all I can think of is that when she knows I've lost my mobile, my mother will just turn around and row back to shore.

  Before I tell her, I suppose I should retrace my steps to where I lost my bag. That's what Dad will say when I tell him. Think logically, Elly. When did you have your handbag last?

  Unfortunately, the answer to this question is not in any way logical. And it's not as if I haven't been thinking about it.

  Bianca and I were at the mall (Your Honour), and I know I had my bag when we were in our fave fashion store, Tiara, because I bought a plaited belt with adorable beaded buckle, paid for it, and put the belt and my purse inside it. I remember admiring my butter-yellow squashy leather bag and thinking it reminded me of a cute shar pei puppy. I gave it an affectionate pat. It really was the most good and cute and perfect bag.

  The next thing I can remember (Officer) is sitting with Bianca on our usual bench. This is where we always sit to scope out the toxic tide of fashion
disasters that slops up and down the mall escalators.

 

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