“Don’t talk to me, okay?” Megan said.
“It’s not my fault I’m moving!”
“Whatever.”
I sighed.

“Okay, how is it my fault my dad is getting transfered?”
“I don’t know, I’d just rather not talk to you if you’re leaving.”
“Oh, excuse me. I didn’t realize I had selfish “friends”.” I retorted.

“I heard some sarcasm!”
“Now, are you going to grow up and talk?”

Silence.

“What is wrong with you?” I whispered.
“What’s wrong with me? The fact that my best friend, excuse me, ex-best friend is moving this summer and she’s acting like it’s “no big deal”!”

I stared. “Really, is that so. Well, let me tell-”

“Ladies! This is silent work time,” The teacher said. “Please, settle down.”

Glares. Then, quick whispers.

“Fine, I don’t care. Be as mean as you want, because after eight grade, I’ll never see you again.”
“As mean as I want? The pleasure is mine.”

The bell rang she picked up her books and stormed out of the classroom, slamming my things out of my hand on the way.