"Frida is a beautiful name," Sarah said, smiling. "What do you think it means?"
"One of a kind."
"Peace."
Both Sarosh and Maya said at the same time.
Sarah gave them an incredulous look. "Which is it?"
"Let's ask Frida," Maya suggested, "she will know."
"Hey, Frida?" Sarah called out from her seat at the front of the classroom.
"What?" Frida said in her usual rude way.
The girl hated talking to anyone, as if people were beneath her, and undeserving of her attention. At least, that's how she appeared to Sarah.
"What does your name mean?" Sarosh said, ignoring her tone.
"I don't know," Frida said, just as rudely as before. "What does it matter? It's just a name."
The three girls looked at each other, thinking the same thing. Frida was odd.
"Do you know what your name means?" Sarah said to her friends after an uncomfortable pause.
"Of course," Sarosh said, "my name means angel."
"Mine means illusion," Maya said.
"And we know yours means princess." Sarosh smiled at her friend teasingly.
"Yeah," Sarah sighed. "Only the most common name ever, but what's in a name, right?"
Just like that, Frida's rudeness was forgotten, and the three friends were laughing as if they didn't have a care in the world.
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Slice of Life: Friends
Teen FictionLike any other relationship, we build a friendship on love, honesty, loyalty, and willingness to communicate openly. If any of these ingredients is missing, it will crumble like a house of cards. Unfortunately, people don't always understand this. W...
