Chapter 1
You know the feeling that something bad is going to happen? Like you’re dreading every moment of the day, waiting for something to go terribly wrong? Well, that’s what happened to me on August 27.
I didn’t realize something was wrong between me and my friends. We had hung out all summer, having slumber parties and skyping off our computers. We even got matching phone cases. And on the first day, we did our annual 6:00 AM Facetime. That was the moment when they seemed uncomfortable. I was pulling my hair back in an alligator clip, and I saw that both Ella and Emily had hung up on me. I convinced myself that their parents forced them to get off screen, and kept getting ready.
. . .
“Morning! Are you excited for your first day of school?” my mom asked, balancing a big platter of waffles and a pitcher of orange juice in each hand.
“I guess.” The video call had really thrown me off, and I could tell that today was going to be a horrible day.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” asked my dad, striding into the room with three plates and cups.
“Nothing, I’m just hungry,” I replied. There are some things I’m too proud to admit, like being a third wheel.
“Then, let’s eat! Long day ahead,” Mom said.
I poured syrup over the buttermilk waffles and took a bite. No surprise, they were delicious. Mom and dad made small talk the entire time, but I was zoning out, thinking about what went wrong with my friendship with Emily and Ella. We’ve been friends since preschool, when a kid thought we were triplets, since our names all started with the letter e. We cried for an hour, then hugged, and then said we were triplets. In elementary school, we gained the title “The Three E’s”. Emily, Ella, and Eva.
And last year, in 6th grade, they came up to me and said, “Eva, we just came to tell you that we’ll always be friends. Some people want to act funny and ditch people, but we know that you’ll always be our person.” And then they gave me a giant hug.
So I didn’t get why they were being weird now. It would’ve been better for them to not show up on my porch with a sign last year. Then I could’ve accepted it. But I just reminded myself that they probably needed to take a device break, as their parents always say.
I snapped back to reality as mom checked her phone and said, “Shoot. I have to be at work early today. Honey, put on your shoes, I’ll drop you off.”
I went to the front door and put on my shoes, then grabbed my backpack and ran out the door, chasing after mom.
Chapter 2
Mom unlocked the door of her silver minivan, and I plopped down onto the front seat.
“Hold on young lady, who said you could sit here?” Mom asked, a stern look on her face.
I groaned. “Come on, mom! I’m twelve!”
“Correct. You can’t sit up front until you’re thirteen,” she replied smugly.
I climbed into the backseat and looked at my phone. As soon as I saw my notifications, I frowned. Emily just posted a screenshot of her and Ella on facetime. I sent her a quick text, asking why she hung up on me, and she didn’t respond. Usually, as soon as I sent her a text, she would send me three to reply.
Mom tilted her mirror to face me, and seeing the look on my face, she said: “You know you can tell me anything, right?”
“Yes mom,” I replied. She said this every day.
“Then why do I feel like you’re keeping something from me?” She asked as she raised her eyebrows.
“I’m not, mom. It’s just– Oh look, we’re here!”
Before she said anything, I dashed out of the car, only to bump into… Emily.
“I’m really sorry!” I said.
“Why were you running out of the car like a baby?” she asked as she wrinkled her nose.
“Um, no reason,” I replied, looking at my feet.
Emily squinted her eyes. “It looked like you were avoiding a conversation.”
“If you must know, I had to use the bathroom. I still do, so catch you later,” I mumbled quickly.
Great. Now my best friend thinks I’m a chicken. I headed to my first class, where, unfortunately, my seat was next to Ella. She was acting the same way as Emily, very judgemental. I thought that was it, that they had just dumped me for good. But then, Ella passed me a note. It said:
Eva–
Meet at the gate at 11 AM if you value our friendship.
This was typical Ella fashion, except I noticed she’d called the gate simply a gate, instead of the ‘Narnia Portal.’ When we were in first grade, we’d found an overgrown brown gate at the back of the school, and because Narnia was our class reading book, we immediately thought that was the way to get there. Even though we knew better, the name stuck, and we vowed to call it that for the rest of our lives. History class had flown by, and before I knew it, I was standing at the gate with my two best friends.
“So, what’s up?” I asked.
“Look, Eva. We feel like we don’t have much in common with you anymore,” Emily said
“What are you saying?” I asked.
“If you’ll stop being dumb, we’re saying that we don’t feel close anymore,” Ella rephrased.
“So…”
“So, our long-lived friendship is over.”
Chapter 3
As soon as I heard those words, I turned my back on the two girls. I didn’t care what they said next. I didn’t look back at them. If they didn’t want me to be part of their life, so be it. I groaned as I remembered that I shared my second class with both of them. The last thing I wanted to do was be in a class with them, having to watch them take selfies and talk about the things we used to talk about, all three of us. So, I took the long way, going through the stairwells and hallways no seventh grader went to. When I was almost at class, I saw that Emily and Ella had cornered a girl in a wheelchair, and were teasing her.
“What’s wrong? Can’t run away?” Emily sneered, giggling.
“Em, don’t be mean!” Ella said. Hope swelled in my chest. Would she– “She obviously wants to be with us! Here, come on a walk!”
I took my phone out and began recording the whole thing.
I watched as Ella and Emily wheeled the girl to the stairwell. Then I watched them place her at the edge of a flight of stairs. But when they were about to push her, I screamed.
“STOP! YOU REALLY THINK YOU CAN DO THAT TO A PERSON? SHE COULD HAVE DIED!” My voice cracked. “YOU SHOULD BE SO THANKFUL YOU DON’T HAVE TO RELY ON SOMEONE TO PUSH YOU ON THE STREET! OR CARRY YOU DOWN THE STAIRS! YOU’RE LUCKY! BUT SHE CAN’T SAY THE SAME!” I pointed to the girl. She looked at me, her eyes shining.
Emily and Ella looked at me, then ran off in another direction. The girl, Lisa, looked up at me.
“Why did you do that? I thought you hated me.” Lisa asked.
“I wouldn’t let you get hurt.” I said
And I pushed her right where she belonged.
August 27th.
The day where things went wrong.
See, school actually started on September 3rd. August 27th was the day when I got separated from my sister. Our parents had died when we were two, and we were both in the orphanage for 3 years. On August 27th, a man and woman came in, looking for someone ‘exceptional’. Then, their eyes fell on Lisa. She was in a wheelchair, but she easily moved around, climbed ladders, and slid down slides. I’ll never forget when they told her she was coming home with them. My own sister giggled. She smiled at them. She didn’t turn back. She didn’t wave goodbye. And that’s how I lost my sister.
I would never forget, but I could forgive.
Fin.