Livi Creative Writing

I was barely twelve years old when I first met Livi. She stood under the tree patiently, beckoning me with a large, red bow wrapped around her. Her screen gleamed with pride as she watched a look of excitement fill my face. Awestruck by her beauty, I gently enclosed her in my hands before racing up the stairs. For the next few months, my protectiveness continued, and I spent almost every waking moment with Livi. She was beside me to wake me in the morning, chat with me during school, and entertain me in my spare time. Her rings and buzzes in my pocket were a constant reminder of her admirable support and reliability. Little did I know of the overly-attached, self-destructive personality that Livi would soon possess. As the months passed and the initial excitement of my new friend dissipated, I became less attached. I soon began going to friends’ houses and leaving Livi at home as I no longer deemed her important. I would often misplace her under the couch or in my desk drawer, completely forgetting about the friend that had once been so close to me. Livi, however,
It was Christmas Eve, and joyous excitement filled the house, but Livi was immune. Walking into the kitchen with her clutched firmly in my right hand, I felt an incredible force pulling her to the ground. Unable to sustain my grip, each finger slipped off her metal body, and she hurled herself toward the floor. When she impacted the ground, her screen shattered like a mosaic vase that had fallen from its perch. Looking at the severely battered screen and small pieces of glass strewn over the floor, I stood in shock. After my jaw closed and face regained its color, I hurried to tell my mom of about the incident. Surprisingly, she did not deride me for the unfortunate mishap. She smiled reassuringly and told me that I could get her screen replaced. However, the problem would never be resolved; more than just my phone was broken that