I was taking the city bus to school one day, as I always do, and on this hour long commute I came across a boy. I’d say he was about 12 years old. Like most kids these days, he had a fancy phone, and was more then proud to show it off. The only thing was, there were only a few people on the bus, none of which he seemed to know. There were around twenty open seats but for some reason he chose to sit next to me. This kid would pull out his phone almost every second, and I could tell that he was looking at me each time like he was trying to get my attention. Being the cynical person that I am I didn’t pay him any attention. I wanted this child to know that in the “real” world no one cared about him or his stupid phone, that he was irrelevant and that his accomplishments meant nothing to a stranger. I wanted to let this child know that even if he disappeared off of the face of the earth, it would be nothing more then a tragic story on channel ten that we would forget the next day. I know this sounds mean and that some of you disagree but this... this is “reality”. After about six minutes of me seeing him stare at me from my peripheral, I started to wonder what color the phone was, it wasn’t like I  cared about him or the phone, it was just human curiosity, an itch that I wanted to scratch. But when I turned I saw something different... the kid wasn’t looking at me, The whole time the kid was looking right passed me. At that moment the roles switched and I found myself at the receiving end of this sickly lesson.....