In a fit of anger, she grabbed another rock and let it fly hitting him square in the back. “I DO fix problem Michael, or don’t you remember that from school? Hmmm? ‘Oh Callie help me with this? Callie I don’t quite get this problem. Callie. Callie. Callie. You were like a broken record back then, and I was so desperate for ANYBODY to like me, but you’re just like the others. You only talked to me to get help with your stupid school work! You were never interested in being my friend. No. You needed somebody to fix all your little problems. Well now I’m fixing my own problems, and it’s real easy. I’ll even share my secret with you for free. I don’t let anybody in anymore. Nobody in, no problems! Problem solved, and don’t you dare worry about me playing the victim. I’m nobody’s victim anymore. I made sure of that. I am the one who has grown up while people like you hide behind your expensive sunglasses and pretty looks. Unopened? Ask yourself this question Michael. Did I ever, EVER turn you away when you came to me for help? No. So why would I send your letters back?” She glared at him, her own angry tears streaming down her face now. She hadn’t even realized she had started to cry. Her fists were now balled up by her sides, and some of the other campers had started to stare.<br/><br/>“I thought you were my friend Michael. I guess I was wrong all this time. I was afraid of that when I didn’t hear from you. Now? You just proved it, “she said turning and quickly walking away along the bank of the lake. Where she was going, she had no idea, but she kept walking, looking down, wiping away the tears that her once friend had drawn from her.