Cell phones. A teenagers way into everyone else's world.  Texting; the most popular way to communicate privately.  This privelige was stripped from me.  Not from being punished by my parents, not by dropping my phone in water, not by an excessive amount of zeros on the phone bill, and not by any way that a person would expect. The culprit, my very own cell phone! The object I trust, the very way into my virtual social life, denying me of communication. 
  Determined to find a new cell phone that would better suit me, I logged onto Ebay. Set up the account, make up a password, give my credit card number away. Game, set, match. I began spending my days looking for the perfect new cell phone for the cheapest possible.  I found a cute flip phone for $80 and set myself on having it. I read the information about the phone, looked at the recommendation, and started the bid. At $100, the phone belonged to me. The owner had promised the phone would be at my house in two to four days. Well, three weeks and four days later, I finally get my package. To my disappointment, I opened the tiny box to find the flip broken, the LCD cracked, and when a call was made I couldn't hear the person on the other end. Ebay had lied! I had been told the phone was brand new, that it was a high-quality cellular device and that I would be satisfied. Much to my dismay, I had been told nothing but lies. Ebay had been a fraud, and from now on I am unable to trust buying anything from the website.