Question
The Missing Phone
Annaliese shoved her hand into the pocket of her book bag, where she kept her phone. Her stomach bottomed out. The pocket was empty.
“Has anyone seen my phone?” Annaliese asked, panic rising with each word. Soccer practice had just ended, and she needed to use her phone to call her mom for a ride home.
The girls on Annaliese’s middle school soccer team shrugged. A few answered her with a ‘no,’ but it was evident to Annaliese that they hadn’t seen her phone.
Annaliese sat on the bench inside the locker room, mentally retracing her steps. Her heart thudded inside her chest as she imagined someone opening her phone and seeing what she’d done.
“Don’t worry. Even if they find your phone, no one can open it without your passcode,” her best friend Rim said, placing a hand on Annaliese’s shoulder.
Annaliese looked up at Rim, who cast a dark shadow. It had taken Annaliese months to finally convince her mom to gift her a phone three weeks ago.
Three weeks! And she’d already lost it.
Or maybe someone stole it?
Regardless, Annaliese had more significant problems. She had to find the phone before everyone knew what was on it.
“Is there something on there that you’re worried about?” Rim asked, her left eyebrow rising.
Annaliese shook her head. She couldn’t tell her friend that she would grab her phone and type in a journal when school was too much. And she would use it to let out all her gross feelings.
“Then, don’t worry about it,” Rim said. “Do you want to use my phone to call your mom?” She held out her phone to Annaliese.
“I'm okay. I'll find it.” Annaliese’s heart pounded as a bead of sweat rolled down her face. She retraced her steps back to the middle school.
The janitor, Mr. Roland, was at the door. “Did you forget something, Annaliese?” the janitor asked.
“Yes,” Annaliese said before stepping inside the school hallway. It was eerily quiet. She made it to her locker and quickly opened it. The locker was precisely how she’d left it that afternoon. After searching for a moment, she gave up. No phone.
Annaliese walked into her sixth-grade classroom. “Can I help you, Annaliese?” her teacher, Ms. Greenberg, looked up from her computer.
“Have you seen my phone?” Annaliese asked, glancing at the Lost and Found box beside the door. It was empty.
“I’m sorry, but I haven’t seen it,” Ms. Greenberg said. “Did you have it with you today?”
“Yes,” Annaliese said, feeling a bead of sweat roll down her back. “Thanks anyway.”
Annaliese sprinted down the hallway and out the door, returning to the field. Her bag sat alone on the bench.
“Annaliese!” Annaliese’s mom called from the parking lot.
Annaliese took a long breath, grabbed a bag, and slung the bag over her shoulder.
She slowly opened the door to her mom’s SUV.
“Hi, Sweetie. How was practice?” she asked.
Why did her mom have to be so nice? It made it much harder to tell her how irresponsible Annaliese had been.
“Hi, Mom,” Annaliese tossed her bag in the backseat and slid into the front. When she looked at the center console, she saw something shiny.
“Just okay?”
It was her phone.
“I was surprised to see your phone on the counter this morning. You never forget it.”
Annaliese let out the breath she was holding. Then, she grabbed her phone and immediately set up the passcode.
Question
Highlight the word that uses connotation to create darkness and sadness in this scene to show how the narrator is feeling.
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Annaliese shoved her hand into the pocket of her book bag, where she kept her phone. Her stomach bottomed out. The pocket was empty.
“Has anyone seen my phone?” Annaliese asked, panic rising with each word. Soccer practice had just ended, and she needed to use her phone to call her mom for a ride home.
The girls on Annaliese’s middle school soccer team shrugged. A few answered her with a ‘no,’ but it was evident to Annaliese that they hadn’t seen her phone.
Annaliese sat on the bench inside the locker room, mentally retracing her steps. Her heart thudded inside her chest as she imagined someone opening her phone and seeing what she’d done.
“Don’t worry. Even if they find your phone, no one can open it without your passcode,” her best friend Rim said, placing a hand on Annaliese’s shoulder.
Annaliese looked up at Rim, who cast a dark shadow. It had taken Annaliese months to finally convince her mom to gift her a phone three weeks ago.
Three weeks! And she’d already lost it.
Or maybe someone stole it?
Regardless, Annaliese had more significant problems. She had to find the phone before everyone knew what was on it.
“Is there something on there that you’re worried about?” Rim asked, her left eyebrow rising.
Annaliese shook her head. She couldn’t tell her friend that she would grab her phone and type in a journal when school was too much. And she would use it to let out all her gross feelings.
“Then, don’t worry about it,” Rim said. “Do you want to use my phone to call your mom?” She held out her phone to Annaliese.
“I'm okay. I'll find it.” Annaliese’s heart pounded as a bead of sweat rolled down her face. She retraced her steps back to the middle school.
The janitor, Mr. Roland, was at the door. “Did you forget something, Annaliese?” the janitor asked.
“Yes,” Annaliese said before stepping inside the school hallway. It was eerily quiet. She made it to her locker and quickly opened it. The locker was precisely how she’d left it that afternoon. After searching for a moment, she gave up. No phone.
Annaliese walked into her sixth-grade classroom. “Can I help you, Annaliese?” her teacher, Ms. Greenberg, looked up from her computer.
“Have you seen my phone?” Annaliese asked, glancing at the Lost and Found box beside the door. It was empty.
“I’m sorry, but I haven’t seen it,” Ms. Greenberg said. “Did you have it with you today?”
“Yes,” Annaliese said, feeling a bead of sweat roll down her back. “Thanks anyway.”
Annaliese sprinted down the hallway and out the door, returning to the field. Her bag sat alone on the bench.
“Annaliese!” Annaliese’s mom called from the parking lot.
Annaliese took a long breath, grabbed a bag, and slung the bag over her shoulder.
She slowly opened the door to her mom’s SUV.
“Hi, Sweetie. How was practice?” she asked.
Why did her mom have to be so nice? It made it much harder to tell her how irresponsible Annaliese had been.
“Hi, Mom,” Annaliese tossed her bag in the backseat and slid into the front. When she looked at the center console, she saw something shiny.
“Just okay?”
It was her phone.
“I was surprised to see your phone on the counter this morning. You never forget it.”
Annaliese let out the breath she was holding. Then, she grabbed her phone and immediately set up the passcode.
Question
Highlight the word that uses connotation to create darkness and sadness in this scene to show how the narrator is feeling.
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The word that uses connotation to create darkness and sadness in this scene is "panic." This word conveys a sense of fear and anxiety, reflecting how Annaliese is feeling about losing her phone and the potential consequences of that loss.
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