Finding Anna's Cell Phone. An Essay.

Today, Me and the rest of our fearless trio trekked all over campus tracking down the last of our textbooks. Anna wanted to check on the ones she had on sale at the book exchange. Toshia dropped her diffy Q class so we're making her take a community psych class. Now she's going to become a psychologist and make lots of money instead of being an accountant and making lots of money. Or better yet, she could do both, make tons of money, and support me for the rest of my life. Any how. Back to story. We walked down to Anna's truck in K lot, (fifty miles from civilization) and on the way met two very nice husky doggies who loved me and slobbered all over me and Toshia. Tosh wasn't too thrilled 'bout that. Following the dog's was Anna's puddle slogging, which was a total accident. She didn't think it was that deep. We believe that this is where it all started to go wrong. We do the walky deal to the truck, then, on the way to her class, she realized that she lost her cell. We went to check for her while she ran to class...when low and behold Tosh's cell rings. It was the people who found Anna's cell. It's supposed to be waiting for us in the office at the hockey center. So we're were right outside the hockey center and decided to go get it. After going to the ticket office, and then being sent to the pro shop, and then not finding the pro shop open, we give up and try to catch Anna before her class starts in 10 minutes. We get there, give her the schpeel, and meet her professor, who's wearing a rubber chicken around her neck. Don't ask me. Later, we found out that the people who found the cell called Anna's dad, who called Anna's mom, who called Anthony, who went on his own wild chase to find the stupid phone. And *giggles* he fell in that damned puddle too. And he doesn't believe me that there's a pro shop. Har-humpf.