She sat in the car, watching the time display. It was 7:35am.
Her father was very meticulous and so he had decided that they would arrive at the school promptly at eight and so they should set out at quarter to, considering that the journey would only take them quarter of an hour.
She sighed, wishing time would hurry up. She noticed that her right hand was shaking slightly so she sat on it. Freya turned and checked the front door; no sign of him. Instead she caught sight of herself and looked at the tears dribbling down her face. She thought it was odd that she hadn't noticed them before but that wasn't her main concern. She was crying. She tried to wipe them away but it didn't help. When they were all gone, her eyes were red and puffy.
"Freya?" There was a knock on the glass of the driver's window. I turned and saw Stevie. She grinned at me, her eyes wide. I knew what that meant so I nodded and she climbed into the car. Stevie was a couple of years younger than Freya and thought she was Freya's best friend. As soon as she saw Freya crying, she leaned over and hugged her.
"I'm fine." Freya muttered, pulling away.
"No you aren't. What's wrong?" Stevie gave her a stern look. Freya knew that she cared but it wasn't the time. It was 7:40am. Five minutes left.
"My big day." she muttered as she shied away from Stevie's gaze.
"Aren't you a bit young?"
"Not really." she muttered defensively.
"Well good luck." Stevie smiled, patting Freya on the shoulder.
"I have to go soon." Freya whispered. She looked at Stevie. She had been such a good friend, so supportive.
"Do you want me to go?" She looked downtrodden and that made Freya feel even worse.
It was time. 7:45am. Her Dad was standing in the doorway, saying goodbye to the others.
"Please come with me." she blurted out. "Hold my hand."
Stevie nodded and took Freya's hand for a moment and squeezed it.