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August 11, 2014

A day in the life of a teenager’s phone.

Livity Young Person Lily shares an average day in the life of her phone.

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I wake her up at Seven AM. Well, I’m supposed to, but it rarely works. I blare out this tinny beeping (which is not exactly a picnic for me either) and then eventually she groans, rolls over, and presses the snooze. Which means I have to go through the whole uncomfortable rigmarole again.

When she’s eventually out of bed (half an hour later than she should be) she picks me up to check the time, and also the weather. This is to check what to wear, apparently, although she’s most often in school uniform, which is the same whatever the weather. I have an hourly weather forecast, which is one of the most used apps on me. It’s getting really big for it’s boots, actually.

After grabbing some toast, she chucks me in her blazer pocket, plugs in her headphones and listens to music on her way to school. Sometimes I tune in to the radio (although when I’m annoyed I pretend to not to get a signal, just to spite her) sometimes she listens to the music she has stored on my hard drive. If it’s raining, she’ll take the bus, and read on the kindle app on her phone. It’s the other most used app – useful because you always have a book to read, even when you can’t fit one in your bag.

When we finally get to school, I get turned on silent (I’m supposed to be off, but no one heeds that rule) and shoved in her bag. Ignored for the first two periods, until the pips go and suddenly I’m revealed again at break time. I store pictures of what she’s been doing at the weekend – concerts, shopping, meeting people, stuff like that – and she shows them to her friends. I don’t mind; I like the attention. Or else she’ll check Twitter, to see what people are doing. She’ll try to come up with a pithy joke that can be said in 140 characters, but the bell usually goes for the end of break before that happens.

I usually get ignored for the rest of the day. If she’s bored she’ll check her email, Twitter or Facebook, but not often, for if I’m caught I’ll be consigned to the dark depths of her Head of Year’s desk, which isn’t fun for her or me. It’s so boring in there. At lunchtime I’ll usually be pulled out of her bag again and used for Google, to settle some obscure debate, or to play some new song that she likes.

On the way home, I get turned up to full volume again, and she texts her parents to let them know she’s on her way home. Then, if she’s on her own, she’ll listen to music again, or ignore me and natter to her friends. If she stops off in the corner shop to buy a Mars Bar or a packet of Smarties I’ll come out again, as she keeps her money in my case. Or if she goes to pick up a library book from the library on the end her road I get dragged out again as well, as I also house her library card.

In the evening I often get searched on, to check any urgent projects saved on my calendar, or used to text her friends a joke, or a question about school. If her parents insist on watching a boring programme on the telly, she’ll go on Twitter or Facebook again, or else read a book or call her friends to see what they’re up to.

Then it’s the end of another long day, and she switches the alarm on again, and we both go off to sleep. Unless she stays up late messaging her friends, in which case we stay awake until I get to tired, and I let my battery run out.