Desperate Measures

Approximately two days ago, on March 4th, 2014, I lost my phone. I pretty much have a selective memory of that day. The first detail I can remember is putting it in my bag, behind my literature book but then I remember thinking that maybe I should stick it in my bra. I came out the room a little bit later and what was in my hands was my book-bag along with my shoes. I was thinking that my phone had to be in my bag at this point. I made me a sam-mich after putting my shoes on  and sitting my bag down. (fast forward) Well I was on the bus 15-20 minutes after and I decided to text my ex Nick. I looked in my bag and could not find it so I decided to take everything else out. Then I heard something fall. A freshman behind me asked "Nikita, is my water bottle under your seat?". I replied with no, but now, I have a thought that I dropped it even though I know it could not have happened. I asked to borrow my friends phone to call my mother. I called her and told her about me losing or leaving it from home to the walk to school and responded by telling me she'll aid me in my search. I then had a moment to think once we hung up, so I decided to call back. I know my mother, she feels obligated to go through me and my siblings things, so if she went through my phone, I would have been upset (whether or whether not I had something to hide). When I called my mother back, I asked for my brothers phone number so I could ask him to find it first and turn it off (because I know that once it has been turned off, and then turned back on, a password would need to be entered). I called his phone once receiving it and he didn't even answer (I called twice by the way). So I then had to call my mother for the third time, but I asked her to give my brother the phone. Once she gave it to him, i asked if I left it in the kitchen, he looked while on the phone but did not find it. He then, after permission, searched  through my room. After not finding it again, he tried calling it even though it was on vibrate. He figured he would hear it, especially if it was on a hard surface. He did not find it. I got home later that day I was emotional as much as I thought that I would be. I cleaned my room recently (yesterday on March 5th, 2014) and it is still not found. I looked my room, the bathroom, the closet in the hallway, the living room, under the couches, in the meat draw of my refrigerator, on top of the refrigerator, and I even went as desperate as to look through the garbage. I found nothing. So now, I am phoneless until my mother decides to purchase another.