Her eyes widened in anger. Anger was an emotion she knew quite well. "Tons of letters? You've lost your mind." She shook her head and looked away. There was no way he wrote her. She never got a single letter from him. Did the post lose them all? Not likely. She forced a smile looking down at the ground before looking up at him. "You don't have to lie to me Robbie. You don't have to be my friend. You don't even have to call me CC anymore. Nobody ever does. I left that nickname, along with all my friends, behind when I had to go with my family. So you're off the hook. You can flirt with all the girls here. I'm sure they'll fall at your feet. A handsome guy like you is sure to get plenty of girls." A blush spread across her face, but Callie was unaware. "We, all of us, had our time. It was fun. It was something to remember, but now it's over. Time to move on. Time to grow up." She turns and heads away from him disappearing in her cabin.<br/><br/>A few hours later, among the snores of the other girls in her cabin, Callie sat staring at the lake. All the memories of the late night swims came flooding back to her. A huge smile across her face, she figured why not. Grabbing a towel, a bottle of water, and a bag of cookies she had brought in, she silently crept from the cabin and down to the lake. Walking along the shore, she followed it until she found the pier. Laying her items down, she pulled her robe from her body. Slipping off the pier into the water, she felt invigorated and at home. This one memory that was amazing to have. The blue dye in her hair, not meant to be permanent began to wash out revealing her black hair. Along with it, some of who Callie had become began to fade. She rested on her back, floating in the water, and her mind played through a barrage of memories. She saw all four of them swimming, splashing each other, eating cookies, laughing, and sharing secrets. They made a life, memories, to last a lifetime. Now everything was so different, so messed up. She missed it all. She missed them, but they forgot her too. They didn't write her, they didn't call, they did nothing. They just let her father, a man who could care less about her, whisk her a whole other world away, and they forgot about her. Friends don't do that. Her father had told her over and over again it was time to grow up, forget them, and move forward. She had done that. Now it was their turn.