The last day of school was supposed to be exciting.
No more tests, no more homework.
Just freedom.
But as I sat at my desk, packing up my things, all I could think about was that this was the last time I'd be Andrea's seatmate.
The last time she'd nudge me with her elbow.
The last time she'd steal my snacks.
The last time she'd look at me with that mischievous glint in her eyes.
I wanted to say something.
I wanted to ask her why she had changed.
Why she had pulled away.
Why she had stopped being my Andrea.
But I didn't.
And when the final bell rang— She was the first to walk out the door.
Without looking back.