My palm had turn brighter shade of red due to my constant force on the door. "What had I done? Why so much anger? Please open, my parents are going to be mad if they don't find me home." I was blabbering to the door as if it had got ears. It wasn't new, I was fond of talking to myself.

Once again I attempted to switch the phone on but it was useless. I glared at the screen in frustration. What was I suppose to do? How was I suppose to inform my parents? What was the time? My heart was beating fast, eyes on the verge of ending into tears.