first draft

"Where is my phone?" It was abnormal that I couldn't find my phone which I always put in the most conspicuous place in my room. I ripped down my clothes and rake it over. "In my pocket? No! Where is it?" It should stick in some where around. I sweept off everything on my sofa and digged into every corner I could found. Just like a crazy starving mouse searched rudly for food. "Where is my Phone?" I shouted to the air hoping someone could respond and give back my phone. As expected nothing happened and my growling did nothing except made myself become mania and funny. anxious feeling soon take over the angryness and sense come back to my mind.I known that the only way to find out where my phone was calling my mom who is the women knowing me the best in the world. " Mom ! I had something really important to ask you!" “ What is it ?" After a long period of silence"...e...nothing,  bye mom." Looking at my phone which stick on my hand all the time, I answered.