Debbie handed over her bag, her heart hammering with fear. "Where is my phone?" Ashley asked, the loathing clevidearnt in her voice and posture. At that moment, the class was silent. "Everyone start emptying your bags," said Mr. Smith. As Debbie began to empty her bag, a neon-like, polka-dot item caught her attention. Before bed, she and her brother had got into a heated discussion. "I'm going to get you back, Debbie!" John said. That night when Debbie was brushing her teeth, she noticed her little brother running out of her room, but she paid him no mind. Thate next morning she knew how John felt about cold water in the morning. So she decided to take a nice warm shower before school and used all the hot water. Less then she knew he had already knew what she was up to because instead of her taking ten minutes to shower it now became twenty. Nevertheless, he had heated some water on the stove so when it was his time to shower he would have warm water. She walked out of the bathroom with a big grin on her face that suddenly changed when she noticed John walking in the bathroom with his tea kettle. “Debbie!” “Debbie!” The class is waiting on you, stand towards the board. The longer we take to find this phone the longer we stay in for lunch. “Come on Debbie move away from your bag, unless there is something in there you don’t want us to see?” John grinned and said. “Hand over your bag,” said Mr. Smith. Debbie hganded over up her bag, her heart hammering with fear. A phone suddenly rang and it was CL’s voice singing... "BAD GIRLS GET DOWN ON THE FLOOR" coming from her locker “That’s my phone!” said Ashley with embarrassment and shame written all over her face.