PhoneShe was always on her phone.

She never went anywhere without it. She saw the world through that five and a half inch rectangular screen. Whether she was snappin’, tweeting, vining, gramming, or using any of the other various social network apps, she was always live and in the moment with her phone. She walked around the local Kmart with her father, nose pointed directly at the screen. She often walked right past people she knew because she was so distracted by that screen. People usually thought her to be rude.

She got the last laugh, though, because that little piece of metal and plastic got her famous. Vine famous, that is. She was funny. She was serious. People could relate to her. Young men admired her. Young girls wanted to be her. She left the town she grew up in for New York. Then, in a few short months, she left New York for Los Angeles. She lived there for months gaining more and more popularity.

She was always sure to thank her fans (and sponsors) wherever she went. She loved hanging out and meeting up with her fans. These hang out times were often loud and crazy. They were whirlwinds of faces and autographs. The ironic thing was the amount of people using phones. The same phones that had made her so famous. Half the time, she couldn’t even get a glimpse of her fans’ entire faces because they were either partially blocked by a phone or they were taking selfies with her that cut off part of their own faces just to make sure they could see all of hers.

“I love you!”

“You’re such an inspiration”

“Thank you for being a hero for my daughters.”

She heard it all. She truly did love every one of her fans.  She was grateful for all they had done for her. She knew that she wouldn’t be anywhere if it wasn’t for them. She wanted to make a difference in the lives of others, and she felt she had. She was happy.

She started filming more and more videos. She tried to be uplifting and positive. She received great responses from her fans. She did, however, start to grow tired of the constant noise and craziness that were the meet and greets, but she knew she couldn’t stop. Her videos and posts became more and more off-color and conceded. She was losing some of her audience because of the content change, but her audience as a whole was growing faster than it ever had before.

She was having the time of her life.

Her fans recognized her everywhere she went. She was almost always recording herself, just in case something happened that she wanted to share with the world. Many of her everyday moments were public. She pretty much only drew the line when it came to bathroom visits. That’s not to say she hadn’t recorded them, she just never thought anything worth posting had happened.

One thing she had added to her daily routine was vlogging her commutes around the city. She often came across a lot of interesting people that she would often talk with or interview. Sometimes she would just sit on a bench recording and commenting on her surroundings and the people in them. It was this kind of morning that day.

She had decided that she would do a short YouTube video that involved her documenting the morning commute and the people who rushed off to their offices and high rises. Everyone was running around with their overpriced coffee, wearing their expensive suits and skirts, and she made sure to comment on that.

That’s when she noticed a homeless man on the next corner. He was filthy and dressed in clothes that barely covered him. He held a sign saying, “Veteran. Please help.” As her phone focused on him, she spoke in disgust about how these people can just go about their daily lives and completely ignore someone so down on his luck. She wondered out loud about what this world must be coming to when those who can help are too busy or too absorbed in themselves to help another human being, especially a human being who had done so much for their country.

She got up, while still filming, and walked towards the corner the man was sitting on. She continued to clamor on about how ignorant our culture has become. When she reached the homeless man, she squatted down to talk to him.

“I just want to thank you for all you’ve done for this country and for me. I’m sorry that these people around us are too stupid and ignorant to say thank you, too.”

As she finished, she pulled two fifty dollar bills out of her pocket and handed them to man. She stood up and started to walk away and turned the camera on her phone to “selfie mode.”

“I hope this is a lesson to all of you. Don’t be like everyone else. Take time out for others and don’t be so absorbed in yourself that you forget to look around you.” She began to cross the street. “Be a hero. Keep others in mind and be in the moment!”

As she made her plea to all her followers, she didn’t notice that the sign now read, “Don’t Walk.”

Her passionate point was emphasized by the sounds of screeching tires and blaring horns. Unfortunately, the video was never uploaded.