Once I arrive at the park, I spot a figure obscured by the shadows. She's curled into a ball, the grass surrounding her like a blanket. The moon and a few street lamps provide little light, causing me to get personal with a tree.

I hear a light laugh mixed with a sob. "Great job, dufus."

Rubbing my nose, I approach her. Her long hair seems inky, eyes hidden by her arms and knees. Slowly, I lower myself to her side. My arms wrap around her and she stiffens.

"Callie," I whisper, "It's gonna be okay."

I feel her head rock back and forth. "No. It's not. Nothing is ever going to be okay again."

My grip tightens. "You have people that care about you. Why won't you realize that?"

She sniffs, her whole body trembling. "Because it's hard to, okay? When I thought to pretend to be popular just to get revenge, I didn't think I'd come to like so many people. But I'm just a fake."

"Well," I mumble,"What are you faking? Your lively personality? Your like for parties?"

"No..." She whispers, trailing off. "I think I was just faking to like, you know, people. But now, I'm not sure I'm faking it. Gosh, that's the scariest part of it all. I've grown up terrified of what others think, promising myself I wouldn't let them hurt me anymore, wouldn't let anyone else use more or leave me. Now, it's the other way around."