“So one day, I was just running around in the parking lot when my dad came to pick me up. I hopped on the back of his car. My phone was in my pocket, and I told him to drive. He said, ‘No, get in the car.’ I said, ‘Come on, just drive,’ and he said, ‘okay.’ So he pressed on the pedal, swerved, [and] then he stopped. When he stopped, I got back into the car and realized my phone was gone. I looked for it, and my brand new phone that I just got at the beginning of the summer was bent and completely destroyed. And that’s why I don’t have a phone. My dad was triggered. Now, I feel sad and alone because I don’t have a phone anymore.”

(Freshman)