“Callie? Callie Coleman?”<br/><br/>She turned towards the voice. “Back off. I’m not signing any magazines you might have because of my father. Alright? I’m here to relax, as much as I can at this dump, so if you don’t mind, and even if you do, I’m busy burying rocks at the bottom of this lake,” she smirked. “But thanks for the kind words Michael. You always did know what to say to cheer me up.” She leaned down grasping another rock, and the realization of what she just said hit her like a ton of bricks. “Michael,” she questioned shooting upright. “Michael? Oh my gosh Michael! What the hell are you doing here?” She bolted out into the water, almost near him, ready to wrap her arms around his neck when she stopped. “I mean….hi. Nice to….see you again. It’s been a while. You look….great,” she said, her eyes sweeping over his body. “Indeed it has been a long time.” She stood there, in the water, rubbing her hands together. “This is awkward. I’ll bet you never expected to see me again. If you had, why you might have taken the time to actually answer a letter every once in a while, but I guess a pretty boy like you is far too busy with the ladies to respond to the likes of me.” Her old facade descending upon her once more, her bitter attitude began to shine through.<br/><br/>“Nice sunglasses,” she told him as she turned starting to walk from the water. “All the better to hide the monster behind them. Right?” Callie was a bitter young lady. After her father told her they were moving overseas, she had made each and every one of them promise to write her. They all said they would, but she never received a single letter. It wasn’t for effort on their part. The letters came, and her father intercepted every single one, writing on them “Return to Sender”. He simply told Callie, as she was heartbroken, “it’s time to move on. It’s time grow up. Put those people behind you.” People. He had actually used the word people. In Callie’s house there were no friends. You had people, associates, and business contacts. You didn’t have friends, and as the weeks went by without a word from any of them, she began to believe she never did have friends. She was just the geeky, nerd they all too pity on. So she made up her mind to make something of herself. Shutting out the world, she focused on her studies, as if she really needed to, and had made a name for herself as an accomplished scholar receiving accolades of all sorts. Colleges were lining up wanting her to attend. She literally had her pick of anywhere she wanted to go. Sadly the name she had made for herself wasn’t always a good one. Cold, heartless, bitch, shrewd, a force to be reckoned with were some of the other titles that would accompany her photo in magazines. She was to be groomed to take over her father’s company, and the business world had been put on alert.<br/><br/>Now she stood by the bank of the lake, feet wet, arms crossed, starring at part of her past. A painful part that was bringing up all sorts of memories and not all of them were bad. “It’s been a real slice to see you again Michael, but really. Do we have anything to talk about anymore? I don’t think so. You see you like bimbo airheads, and I actually have a brain. We’re just too different. I tell you what. There’s some bleach blondes over by the docks. I think they’re going to lie out in the sun and totally get their tan on,” she mocked. “I’m sure they would be impressed by you and your body. Go flex your muscles for them. Who knows! Maybe they brought their Barbie dolls and they’ll let you play with them,” again she mocked excitement. “I’ve got acquisitions to look through. Some of us have work to do while we’re here.”