"You're leaving?!", Mona yelled.
"What does it look like?", Paula answered in the same tone. "We were a good band, but things die out. We have to get real jobs now, we're almost adults, Mona. Some of us are. We gotta go."
Mona looked at Matty, her eyes filled with tears, pleading.
"You too? I guess I should've seen this coming, since Ricky left last week."
Matty turned, avoiding eye contact. "I'm sorry, but she's right. See you around, I guess."
The door slammed shut.
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17 year old Mona Matthews and her friends from Primary school had a band. Key word: had.
The band, Flowerfield, had been around for 3 years and the idea for 5, but since they were all graduating in the upcoming spring, they all came to the conclusion that it was best to "move on."
Except Mona.