Okay, so... today was not it. Straight up one of those days where things just spiral, and you're like—why me?
Started off pretty normal, honestly. Woke up, freshened up, had breakfast, and made my way to college like any other regular day. Got there, met the gang, had some random convos, some laughs—everything was chill.
Then came class. I sat through it, kinda zoning in and out like usual. Break time hit, and we all headed out to the staircase to just hang out. Our class is on the 4th floor, by the way—important detail.
So there we were, messing around, cracking jokes, roasting each other (in a friendly way, obviously). Out of nowhere, I got a call from one of my friends. I picked up, said something like “Yeah, come up, we’re here,” while still laughing at whatever nonsense was going on.
And then... the moment.
One of my friends, totally by mistake, kinda bumped into me while laughing — and BOOM. My phone slipped out of my hand, right between the stair railings.
And yup, you guessed it. It free-fell. From the 4th floor. To the ground floor.
Straight down.
I literally just stood there like... bro, did that actually just happen?
Ran downstairs in full panic mode. Picked it up. The screen? Absolutely destroyed. Cracked like a broken mirror in a horror movie. No clue about the internal damage, but yeah — it's bad.
I’ve given it for repair now. Fingers crossed they can bring it back to life. I’ll know more by tomorrow, so let’s see.
Moral of the story: staircases and phones do not mix. Ever.
