Is This the End? (Chapter 5)

It's been a few days and the girls weren't talking to each other. They were still mad about what one another said to them. They felt like they couldn't hang out together so they just practically avoided each other. Lizzie tried to talk to each of them but they were too angry to even deal with her. She knew how important her friendship with the girls was so she still tried to communicate with them. Later, after school, Lizzie separately connected with the girls online through the chat section on her email. She messaged Madeline first, then Andrea, Debra and Skye last, asking them the same questions.

LIZZIE: Hey.
MADELINE: Hi.
ANDREA: What's up?
DEBRA: Hey.
SKYE: Wut?
LIZZIE: R u still mad at me?
MADELINE: I was never mad at you.
ANDREA: Maybe.
DEBRA: No, not at all.
SKYE: IDK.
LIZZIE: Listen, I know every1 is angry but our problems are not going to get solved if we don't talk to each other.
MADELINE: I know. You're right.
ANDREA: But I don't want to talk to Madeline. She called me a thoh.
DEBRA: Absolutely. I agree.
SKYE: IDC.
LIZZIE: Look, I know how important this friendship is to u. We can't give this up. How bout we meet up n try to talk?
MADELINE: Okay.
ANDREA: Fine.
DEBRA: Sure.
SKYE: W/E.
LIZZIE: Alrite! Let's meet outside of my house tooday at 6 PM. C u there!
MADELINE: See you.
ANDREA: Adios.
DEBRA: Bye.
SKYE: U spelled today wrong.

Lizzie was all smiles. She was excited to get her friends together. She chilled in her house until it was five minutes before six. She went outside and stood by the door. She stared at the parking lot, waiting for Madeline and Andrea to come in with their cars. She also looked into the distances on the left and right side, seeing if Debra and Skye were going to walk up.
        But no one came at six. She continued to wait, feeling that they would be a few minutes late. She stood still, paced back and forth on the pavement, and sat down.
        Yet time went on. Ten minutes passed, then twenty, then thirty. Before Lizzie knew it, an hour had arrived and none of her friends showed up. She was sitting down the pavement in front of her door with her elbow on her knee and her fist under her chin. She continued to stare but her stare just became a blank because she knew that they weren't coming. They weren't going to come at all.
         After the hour, Lizzie's mother opened the door; the creak made her turn her head.
"Lizzie, will you come inside?" her mother asked. "It's getting cold."
"Alright, mom," responded Lizzie. "Can I have a few more minutes, please?"
"Sure, sweetie." Lizzie's mother went back inside and closed the door.
Lizzie continued staring off into the distance, slowly forgetting what she was looking for. So, eventually, she stood up and went inside the house.