The faint wind lightly pushed against us while Sasha, Whitney, and I strolled down the crowded street to our favorite frozen yogurt spot, Fro Yo-Yo. Lining the sidewalks were people racing to accomplish their daily tasks and teenagers hanging out. It is Spring Break in Harlem, so there was more people at the frozen yogurt shop then usual. The brightly painted walls shone a vibrant color and some upbeat music was blaring over the speaker. It seems like it has been forever since we have gone here because everyone has been so busy with school and other out of school activities.

“Precious, why did we even have to come today”, Sasha complained to me, “I’d rather be at home on Tumblr. You know how I don’t like social interaction.” Sasha was known for her whining and constant disapproval of everything. She is a sassy girl, with dark brown skin and brown eyes to match. She loves to dance and was also very good at it. However, she is never good enough in her opinion and constantly puts herself down.

“What?”, I struggled to hear her above the Ke$ha song that was at an overwhelming volume and the obnoxious laughter coming from a table of girls on the other side of the store.

I could tell Whitney said something also, but I could not make that out either. Whitney was also a nice dark brown color and had brown eyes, but her hair is darker the Sasha’s. Whitney is always laughing at the stupidest things and she is also hilarious. I stand out of them though in appearance with my fair skin and light blonde hair. When it comes to personality, we are basically the same.

I walked straight to to the cookies and cream and got a huge bowl full, while my friends did the same. We payed for the frozen yogurt and went to sit down. There was no more seats inside so we had to sit at the pink and green outdoor tables with playful flowers painted on them. It was not too cold out, just over fifty degrees with the sun shining brightly. I would rather sit out here anyways. We could actually talk because the music was playing quietly over the speakers and the obnoxious laughter was blocked out by the large glass doors and windows.

“I feel like I haven’t talked to you in forever, guys! What’s up?” There was no answer. Whitney was staring silently at a boxer puppy being walked by a tall man across the street. I heard Sasha’s favorite sparkly black combat boots continuously tapping up and down anxiously, and she refused to look at me. Something was obviously bothering them.

“Is everything alright?” I asked a little louder this time in case they did not hear me over the loud car horns and screeching tires.

“Yeah, Sasha is there anything you would like to, Precious?” Whitney asked in a stern voice, “You are going to have to tell her sometime, you know.”

“Well. Uh, I guess you should know. I am moving.” Sasha said it so quietly it was almost a whisper. “I am moving to California.”

“Why?” I was trying to hold back tears so I could not say much. One of my best friends just can not leave me like this.

“There is a school for the arts in Los Angeles. They offered me a scholarship. I might finally go somewhere with dancing now! You don’t know how big this is for me. It’s called Los Angeles County High School for the Arts or its also called LACHSA for short.” She responded quickly but it was also calm and composed.

“But, when are you leaving?” I replied.

“Tonight.” Her simple one word answer tore me apart inside.

That last 15 minutes that we spent at the outdoor table was great and terrible at the same time. I knew that I was going to miss her a lot, but these might be the last time I will see her in a while. So I was going to put the tears aside and just enjoy the moment.

Sasha is gone now, and has been for a few months. We still Skype and text all the time so it is not as bad as I expected it to be. Me and Whitney are getting through this together and I can’t wait to see Sasha in person again.