New York changed me.
I wasn't the care-free girl I was back in Cali... I spent the cold, snowy winter walking around the towns.
I gave up on making friends.
Even at school I was alone.
Dustin made a bully.... so he spent his time at school hiding.
Dad didn't know that Dustin did bad things in his room, dad didn't know that I spent my time locked away in a dark room crying.
I did bad things too.
Dad didn't know. We didn't want dad to know.
"What's up with you two?" Dad asked one night at dinner.
Dustin pretended to eat.
I played with my food.
"Dustin?" Dad asked.
Dustin stayed quiet.
"Callie?" I looked down.
Dad sighed.
"What did I do wrong.... this time." Dad mumbled under his breath.
He got up and went to his room.
"Callie..." Dustin started, "am-am I fat?"
"No."
He started crying.
"Why do people say I am then?"
"I don't know."
He sobbed loudly.
I was wondering why dad didn't run out to see what was going on.
Dustin pushed back his plate.
"I hate it here Callie. I wanna go home." He choked out.
"Me too." I busted into tears.
I miss my room, my friends, my school, my family being happy, I miss my home. But that's all gone, it's across the country, and I'm never going back
