The girl put on her red frilly dress and tied her ebony hair in adorable pigtails with a red ribbon. She was excited to see her friend, whom she hadn't seen in a long time. They haven't seen each other since the time they shared a math class in 8th grade. Now they go to different high schools. A friendship that had been kept together by calling every night. They don't call because of the latter's "busy" schedule. The girl excitedly cleaned up her cluttered room and bathroom in preparation. She told her mother about the plans, and the mother agreed and even offered to buy food. The girl in the pretty dress had texted her friend. "My mom's going to order food for us while you're over. What do you want?."
The girl waited in anticipation for him to answer. It had been an hour, and still no word from the friend. The girl thought She was probably asleep. It's nothing to worry about; we still have three hours until we meet up." The girl periodically looked at her phone every hour or so. No response. The time they were supposed to meet up was approaching, but there was still no response. The girl started texting her a bit more, asking stuff like, "Are you awake?" "Are you still coming at 3:00?". But no response. At this point, it was already 3:00 p.m., and the girl had heard nothing from her friend. The mother asked when her friend was coming, but all the girl could say was "I don't know". An hour has passed since the agreed-upon meeting time, but there has been no response.
Then two hours later, at 5 p.m., she responded. Sorry, I was sleeping and my mom had my phone!" The girl was understanding of her friend's situation.
It's fine, no problem. Do you still want to come over?"
The friend texted back. Sorry, my dad says I can't because I have tennis at 7. If you want, you could come over for an hour or two." The girl was really upset but didn't want to make her friend feel bad.
So she responded, Sorry, I don't think my mom can drive me." It wasn't an excuse; it was the genuine truth. That was one of the reasons they were meeting at the girl's house in the first place. The friend stated other ways of meeting up, like later that day or even the next day, but the girl was hurt that all her efforts to get the house ready were in vain. She had told all her siblings about it and made sure they were dressed and everything. The friend didn't consider how much she looked forward to this and how much she had to prepare to make it look nice by the time she arrived. This wasn't even the first time. She always sleeps in when they are going to hang out. This made the girl in the frilled dress feel insignificant and hurt. So she told the friend she couldn't hang out later or the next day.
