“What the hell’s the matter with you?” Clyde asked his daughter. “You’re acting like a maniac.”
“I’m frantic, Dad,” Lilith said. “I can’t find my iPhone.”
“Where did you leave it?” her father asked.
“If I knew that, Dad, I would be able to find it,” Lilith responded. “Duh!”
“When did you last use it?”
“When I was at Betsy’s last night. We were studying for the history test together.”
“Okay,” Clyde said. “Don’t panic.”
Lilith rolled her eyes. “Right, that’s easy for you to say. My whole life is on that phone.”
“Okay, calm down,” Clyde said. “Let me call your number.” He pulled out his own cellphone, an antique flip phone model, and dialed her number. “It’s ringing.”
But the sound of a ringing phone could not be heard anywhere near where they were standing. Lilith became even more frantic.
“Wait, someone answered,” her father said. “Hello? Can you tell me how you’re answering my daughter’s phone?” There was a slight pause and then Clyde said, “I see. Okay, thanks. I’ll let her know.”
“So?” Lilith said, impatiently.
“I thought you said you were studying for your history test at Betsy’s place last night,” Clyde said.
Now it was time for Lilith to panic.
Written for today’s one-word prompt, “frantic.”