Wish You Were Gone 1

Freddie walked by her old pals, wondering what they would say today. She found her regular table, and waited for Tim. She glanced over at Chrissy and Viola.
Popular kids.
Freddie’s true group.
When Freddie was in 6th grade, Chrissy and Viola were her best, and only friends. They were all into theater, and always got bigger roles than the rest of their classmates. They always wore their hair in braids, and always wore makeup. They always had a boyfriend, and always were kissing in the halls.
But not anymore.
Freddie hadn’t had a boyfriend since the end of seventh grade. It was the end of eighth now, and she was craving a kiss.
“Freddie!”
Tim plopped down on the hard, plastic table and began chomping on the orange fries served at lunch that day.
“Hi,” she responded, playing with her chicken tenders.
She never wanted to be friends with Tim. She wanted her old besties back. She wanted to be cool again.