The Twelve Hundred Days Of Awfulness

It was a normal day, until everything changed.
I was heading into school, meeting up with my friends like everyone does.
"Hi guys!" I greeted.
"Hi Lola!" Cecil exclaimed. She was wearing jeans that had been worn so many times they were falling apart and a worn cerulean button-down, but she always seemed to make her clothes look good. She was tan with kind of dark brown hair.
"Hey," Aquinnah said. Her hair was in a waist-length buttery blond braid and her blue eyes bored into me like she knew every secret I had. Estelle stood next to her. She was a brunette who didn't care for school--or anything else, for that matter. The warning bell rang, and we dashed for homeroom. Estelle was with me.
"I need to tell you something at lunch," she said in her no-nonsense voice.
"Meet by the restroom?" I suggested. She agreed. I wondered what she would have to tell me, but I had to suffer through my classes first. So once I got to the restroom, I was hyped for anything.
Well, anything except what Estelle told me.
"Lola, Aquinnah and I don't want to be your friends anymore," she decreed.