'Give me back my phone,' I hiss, to my brother. He smiles smugly and continues tapping incorrect passwords in the rose gold phone.
'Mumm!' I shout, pulling her arm for her to pay attention. She turns her head away from watching the rain drip and says, 'Zach, give your sister her phone back.' She waits then adds, 'Now.' After he sighs he he reaches over, goes to go give my phone back and.... grabs...
