Fly in the city 2


Part 002

I passed, unwinding and enjoying my walk after fifteen minutes, I went home and Blue was still asleep. “this girl's nearing depression”. I thought. She does that for days, sleeping for long hours, waking and browsing, consuming bad content off social media.
 “At least. You are the consumer, you should control what you consume and when you consume”
I'd tell her over and over and the best I ever get is a snub. Blue didn't care, she was addicted, she wanted to look perfect like the celebrities “Perfect" as she termed them though. Nobody was perfect but Blue wanted to wear the dresses they wore, make their type of hair, use their type of lipgloss. Yeah, she was always broke, penniless breaking her bank because she wanted to meet up with the hyper internet standards. I heard her yawn loudly from the room -10:00 am.

I fiddled with my phone a little bit, and found a podcast I loved. After Lunch, I stepped out again and I found the new boy outside taking a walk too. Thank goodness, our neighbors aren't fierce they let the poor boy get some fresh air. I walked up to him and asked him his name “Eart” he said. Eart, was quite a lanky boy, eighteen and innocent. He asked me what the flat device in my hand was for. I laughed. 
“You don't know what a phone is ? For real”
He was slightly embarrassed.
“It's a phone” I said. He nodded and clearly didn't understand. 
“It's for calling, listening to music, reading, learning, browsing etc, don't worry, you'd understand with time” I told him. He smiled and commented about the few trees around here.
 “We had big big trees where I came from and they were quite many too. The air here is stuffy and everyone keeps to themselves or are staring into that rectangular thing. Sorry, phone” 

I smiled, pointed to my house and told him told him he was welcomed anytime he wished to pay a visit. “Thank you.” He muttered and I turned back home.

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