Sometimes I hate her. I mean really hate her.

She's this perfect girl with this perfect life and a perfect family.

I hate that I can't hate her. I just love her too much.

I lean against her locker and we banter back and forth as usual. It's the end of the day and she picks up her bag that's almost falling apart from the wait of it.

When we walk outside to the courtyard she suddenly stops. She's staring at something. Her perfect face looks shocked.

I follow her eyes to man sitting on the hood of his car waiting for something. He's looks to be in his late twenties early thirties.

I ask her if something is wrong and she seems to snap out of her daze. She replies that she's fine, eyes never leaving the mysterious man.

She starts walking toward him and I follow curious as to what's going on.

The man sees her walking toward him and smiles waiting.

I keep my distance from the two not too far but close enough that I can hear what's going on.

"What are you doing here?" she asks him, his smile wavers and theirs a flicker of pain in his blue eyes. "What? I'm not allowed to visit you?" He replies.

"No, its not that. its just you haven't. you don't. does mom know you're here?" She rambles.

"I didn't know I needed her permission to visit my daughter."

"You don't, I'm just surprised that's all."

I take in the scene before me. Her father? This wasn't what I was expecting, they seem so distant.

She turns to me and says that she'll see me tomorrow, and then gets in his car, and they drive off.

I kept going over what just took place.

Maybe my Mary's life isn't as perfect as I thought..