In a bright and shining afternoon, the girls attended lunch in the school cafeteria. They instantly felt something was missing then realized it was Lizzie. The girls turned their heads, looking for Lizzie.
"Do you guys know where Lizzie is?" asked Madeline.
"Have no idea," responded Skye. "She should have been here two minutes ago."
"Maybe she had to finish something for class," said Debra.
"Or maybe she's having a quick make-out sesh with Hanky-Tank," Andrea said singsongy.
"Hanky-Tank?"
"You know, like Honky Tonk except his name is Hank."
"It probably has something to do with Hank," said Madeline. "They're very close."
"Maybe closer than ever," added Skye.
"But he hasn't been sitting here that often."
"Hank has friends," said Andrea. "He has to sit them. Like we don't sit with our boyfriends."
"That's because we have no boyfriends."
"Now when you say it like that, you make it sound sad."
Immediately, Lizzie entered the cafeteria running. She quickly sat down in her usual spot at her friends' table and buried her head in her arms on the table, making loud, yowling sounds.
"Speaking of sad..." Skye started.
"Liz', what's wrong?" asked Madeline, putting her hand on her back.
Lizzie lifted her head up, showing inky tears running down her face. "Hank broke up with me," she responded, almost stuttering.
"What?" Debra's eyes widened.
"Why did he break up with you?" Madeline questioned.
"He said... I wasn't good enough for him," Lizzie mewled.
"He didn't say that," said Skye.
"Well, that's what he said!"
"Is that it?" asked Madeline. "Did he say something else?"
Lizzie wiped her nose. "He said... that he... just doesn't feel it anymore." She dropped her head on the table.
"Feel what?" Andrea asked curiously.
"You know what," said Madeline. "It means he doesn't love her anymore."
Lizzie quickly sat up. "Don't say that!"
"I'm-- I'm sorry."
"So he just automatically stopped loving you?" asked Skye.
"Yep," Lizzie sniffled. "He just automatically -- touch it, play it, turn it -- stopped loving me! Why?!"
"I have no idea," said Andrea, almost in a form of a question.
Lizzie laid her face back on the table and continued to cry.
"Aw, Lizzie," Debra's face saddened.
Madeline rubbed Lizzie's back. "I don't understand this. Lizzie's a great girl."
"He doesn't appear to think so," said Andrea.
"Andrea."
"Lizzie, everything will be alright," said Skye. "It's not like the world is ending."
"Yes, it is!" Lizzie yelled with her head still down. "My world is tumbling down!"
"Well, your world. But this world--"
"Skye, you're not helping," Madeline interrupted her.
"I don't think either of us is helping," said Debra.
"Lizzie, do you want me to buy you lunch? It is lunch time."
"No," Lizzie sniffled. "I don't want to eat. I just want to starve to death!"
"Well, technically, you can't starve to death in a day. People in certain countries fast and you got a bit of curves so it will take you a while to starve--"
"Madeline, you're not helping," Skye interrupted her that time.
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