"Call me tonight?" Caleb asks sticking his head out his car window.

"Obsiously." I reply with a grin.

He laughs then pulls out of my drive way. I wait until his car is gone before going inside.

I guess you could call what Caleb and I have a 'thing'.

We became friends in seventh grade, but didn't really start 'talking' until last year.

Orignally from Gerogia, we moved to New Jersey seven years, when my mom married Charles.

He's actually a really nice guy, and is pretty funny.

He took me and my sisters as his own. And really stepped up as our father figure.

Our real father died a year after Sarah Michelle was born, he was hit by drunk drivers in his way home from work.

Although I was very little, till this day I dislike driving. But okay because I have Caleb and my out her friends to drive me around.

Once in the house , I run up to my room to change. I slip into shorts, a tank top, and my sneakers. Then grabbing my ipod.

I go down stairs, out the back door to go on  my daily run. I've took an interest in running once we moved here. Not only did it help me lose weight, but it's also a great way to clear my head.

I set on the trail in my backyard, cranking up my ipod.

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After my two hour run, I finish strong by jogging back to the house. I go straight to the kitchen and pour mysel f a glass of water, chugging it.

Just then Charles appears in the kitchen.

"Hi." I say trying to catch my breath.

"Mary Grace, your Mother would like to speak with you and your sisters."

I set my glass down

"Is something wrong? What happened?"

"I think it's best if your mother tells you." He says then turning around and walking in to the living room.

My sisters Anna Maria and Sarah Michelle are sitting on one couch.

Anna Maria graduated three years ago and is living at home while she attends community college.

Sarah Michelle just turned 10 and is just a pain in the butt.

Oh, and my mother gave us two names to go by because she be lived it made us 'unique individuals'. Sarah likes to just go by Sarah saying her name is too long.

I sit across from them in the recliner when my mom walks in on the edge of crying.

"Whats wrong Mommy?" Sarah asks.

"I just received a call from your Uncle Tom." She says.

"In Gerogia?" Anna Maria asks.

"Yes, he said that Grandpa died." She says as a tear slides down her cheek.

"How?" I ask trying to fight back tears. Inshore to myself that I would never let anyone see me cry. Not after what happened.

"He had a heart attack two nights ago. They found him this morning." Mom replies.

I feel my stomach tie up in twists. I loved Grandpa, me and him were always close and he was the only one I stayed in contact with since we moved up north.

"Whats going to happen to the house?" Anna Maria asks wiping away at her eyes.

"Tom wanted to sell it, but we told him not to." Charles said grabbing my mothers hand.

"Well who's going to taken care of it?" I ask sitting on the edge of my seat.

My mom and Charles exchange glances then look back at me.

"We are." She says.

"I don't get it." Sarah says confused.

"Were not selling Grandpa's house, it hold to many memories for me. Charles and i have decided that it would be the best if we moved back to Georgia."

My heart just dropped to my stomach.

"No." I say standing up.

"I'm not moving." I add.

"Mary Grace sit please." Charles says softly.

"No! I'm not going back there! I have a life here, friends, school." I say looking at my mom.

She is looking her lap and tears fall.

"Go to your room Mary Grace." Anna Maria says in a serious tone.

I groan and stomp up to my room slamming my door shut.

I feel tears building up in my eyes, so I do what I always do. I turn on the shower, strip and get in.

As soon as the water hits my back, I let the tears fall.

Why would my mother want to rip me from my perfect life here to bring me back the place where I was most miserable?

Does she seem to forgot, how I was? What used to be like, how those kids treated me?

Just then the door to the bathroom opens and Anna Maria walks in.

"Mary Grace. Why would you yell at mom, with the state she's in? Her father, our Grandfather died, and all you do is lash out?" She yells.

I don't reply but just sit there.

"You need to apologise to mom. Not only for what you just did, but for how careless and emotionless you have become. It's like you have no feelings." Anna Maria shouts.

Cause I don't, I say in my head. Not since the way I was once treated.

"Think before you act Mary Grace." She says and I hear her footsteps going onwards the door.

"Okay Anna Maria." I say which is followed by a slammed door.

I stay in the shower, letting the hot water hit my back as I let more tears fall. When I finally feel like I have nothing let in me to cry, I step out and grab the towel sitting on the toilet.

I wrap it around me and look into the mirror.

My eyes are all red and bit puffy, but nothing a cold rag can't solve.

I put on a pair of leggings and a tshirt, then braid my hair into before laying on my bed, with the cold rag over my eyes.

As I sit there my phone beeps.

Caleb: Can i call you?

I groan. I'm not in any mood to talk, but I know if i dont reply, he'll call me a hundred times.

I text back yes, and exactly ten seconds later my phone lights up with Caleb's face.

I look at the picture for a moment. He has curly black hair, with green eyes and fair skin.

How did i once known as 'Chunk' land myself with an attractive guy?

Who knows.

"Hey there Sweetheart?" Caleb says as I put the phone to my ear.

"Hey." I say clearing my throat.

He stays quiet for a second, then speaks.

"Whats wrong Mary?" He asks.

"Nothings wrong." I reply.

"Mary, I know something's wrong. I'm your friend I know you." He says.

Friend.

"Well I'm completely fine." I say flatly.

"Okay." He replies.

"How was your run?" He asks.

"It was fine."

He sighs. "Stop being short with me Mary Grace. What is wrong?" He asks sounding a bit irritated.

I sit there for a moment.

"I'm moving," I say slowly, "I think."

"You think?" He asks confused.

"Yes." I reply

"Where and why?"

"I'm moving back to Georgia and because my Grandfather died."

Silence.

"I'm sorry to hear that, do you need anything?" He asks.

"I don't think so." I say sitting up.

"If you do, I'm always here, you know that right?"

And this is what I like about Caleb. He always wants to make sure I'm okay, but I don't really know why he still waits around for me. I've told him before I don't want to be in a relationship, he accepted that.  Lik my sister said I'm emotionless, but Caleb tries his hardest to break through to me.

"Thanks Caleb."

We stay quiet for a moment, then he speaks.

"So when do you leave?"

"Sometime next week."

"That's so soon."

"I know." I say standing up and begin to pace back in forth in my room.

"Wait but didn't you say you hated Georgia?" He asks.

Stupidly i nod.

"Yeah." I reply.

"Well that should be fun." He says.

I've never told anyone about why I dislike Georgia.  The only ones that know are my mother and Anna Maria.

I mean it's not something I want everyone to know.

"Well I have to go, Dad wants to talk about colleges." He says.

"Well that should be fun." I say mocking him.

"Haha very funny Mary. I'll see you tomorrow." He says then hangs up.

I lay down on my back and look at the ceiling.

I won't be enjoying my senior year with actual friends, I most definitely won't get the chance to having a boyfriend, and I probably be the most miserable human alive once I step foot in Georgia.

I wonder how everyone turned out. I wonder if I would be able to recognize any of them, will they be able to recognize me?

Doubt it.

But I'll find out soon enough.

I always hoped I wouldn't have to return, but I guess I have no choice.

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First Chapter.

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