Chapter 63: Phoebe Skips

"You don't know what you got 'til it's gone." Guess Tom Keifer knew what he was talking about.

Class ended one day and as usual I was ready will a list of things I needed Pheebs to help me with.

Of course Simmons just HAD to interrupt, even though the last bell of the day came. Was that not a big enough clue to him that his time for the day was up?

Apparently not.

"Phoebe, could I speak to you for a minute?"

"Alright, but make it snappy! We've got important stuff to do!"

"Right Helga. I'll meet you at the arcade in ten minutes."

"Make it five, and don't forget the quarters."

Had I known what I'd be hearing from her the next day, I may have rethought those demands.

"You're leaving!"

"Oh not leaving! Just moving onto a higher grade!"

"Just think about it Phoebe. YOU in the SIXTH grade!"

Sure I could have been a little more supportive, but I was losing my sidekick, my assistant, my best friend!

I felt as insulted for the abandonment as she did for my lack of support. After hearing my harsh remark about how easily she'd be chewed up and spat back out by those students, she wasn't afraid to point out the obvious.

"I go so far as to say you're afraid. Afraid once I'm gone, you won't have anyone else to kick around."

True as it was, I wasn't going to let her know that was how I felt. Besides, how hard could it be to find a new patsy?

Well, it may not have been as awful as what Pheebs ended up going through, but it was no picnic.

Going from Ms. Perfect who refused to assist me with my evil schemes, to Nadine who Princess immediately claimed as her own personal property, to dorks I wouldn't normally be caught dead hanging around alone with!

After facing the facts that I had done it to myself, I couldn't help but vent my emotions in the restroom.

Luckily, she just happened to be in there at the same moment. I don't think I would have had the guts to say anything to her upfront.

Hearing her apology and the things that happened to her in the new class made me realize how lucky I am to have such an amazing friend.

Especially one that was so quick to return to the status quo of our relationship.

"Alright Pheebs, looks like I'm going to be needing a few things. A box of thumbtacks, a ball of string, and a watermelon."

"How about a pack of trick gum."

"Good idea Phoebe! Write that one down."

"Writing!"