Quick Cell Phone Fix

Writing is about communication, and so are cell phones. I don't have a cell phone, but my big brother, Zack, does. He came home the other night really unhappy that his phone had quit working. It was too late to go to the cell phone store, but Mom tried calling customer service and trying to see what she could do, which ended up to be nothing, because Zack said no, she couldn't call his friends on their house phones.
So Zack went upstairs because he was upset he couldn't get the numbers and things off his phone. About 20 minutes later, he came back downstairs in a pretty good mood. "It's fixed," he said.
"How did you do that?" Mom asked with a smile on her face.
Zack grinned. "I threw it against the wall."