Sometimes I wonder if my mom is BRAIN DEAD. Then there are some days when I know she is.

Like today.

The drama started this morning when I casually asked if she would get me one of those cool new I phones that do almost everything. I consider it a necessity of life, second only to oxygen.

What better way to clinch a space in the CCP ( Cute, Cool and Popular ) group at my new private school, Westchester country day, than by dazzling them with a new wicked mobile phone. 

Last year, it seemed that I was the only person that didn't have a phone☹️. So I bought an older used phone cheap on eBay.

It was bigger than I expected but I figured I couldn't go wrong with the clearance of £12.99. 

I put my phone in my locker and spread the word that everyone could now call me with all the JUICY gossip on my NEW telephone! Then I counted down the minutes before my social life started heating up. 

I got really nervous when 2 of the CCP girls came walking down the hall my direction chatting on their mobile phones. 

They came right up to my locker and started acting super friendly. Then they invited me to sit with them at lunch and I was like " Umm... Okay." But deep down inside I was doing my " snoopy happy dance". 

Then things got really strange. They said they had heard about my $600 juicy couture designer mobile and everyone ( meaning the rest of the CCP crew ) couldn't wait to see it.

I was about to explain that I said ,  "juicy gossip on my new phone" NOT "new gossip on my juicy phone", but I never got the chance because, unfotunately, my telephone started ringing. Very abnormally loudly. I was trying to ignore it, but both of the CCP were staring at me like, "Well, aren't you going to answer it?!" 

Obviously, I didn't want to answer it because I had a really bad feeling that they were going to be a little dissapointed when they actually saw my phone.

So I just stood their praying it would stop ringing, but it didn't. And pretty soon every one in the coriddor was staring at me too. 

Finally, I gave in, snatched open my locker and answered the phone. Mainly to stop the awful ringing.

I was like "Hello? Umm... Sorry wrong number."

And when i turned around, both of the CCP girls were running down the hall screaming "Make it go away! Make it go away!" I guess it meant they didn't want to sit with me at lunch anymore, which really sucked.

The important lesson I learnt last year was that having a CRUDDY phone - or NONE at all - can totally RUIN your social life. While horses of celebrities party girls regularly forget to wear their undies none of them would get caught dead without her mobile phone. Which was why I was nagging my mom to buy one.