Just a little oneshot I thought of after watching We Bought a Zoo last night.

My dad hates me.

He always has. Well, maybe not before Mom died, but after hearing him tell Kelly that I have Mom's eyes, and that I remind him of her, I'm positive he hates me.

He screamed at me no less than twenty minutes ago. A loving father, a real father would have tried to help me. I always knew he was incredibly selfish.

"Help me, help me!"

Help me. That's all he ever says.

Dad always loved Rosie more. Probably because she has Mom's spirit. He never asks if I'm okay, never cared that I might be suffering. The disappointment in his eyes whenever I got into trouble was always enough to tell me that he didn't care why I did it, only that I was stupid enough to do it. Never asked me what motivations I had, or what I had gone through in order to do it. And then I got expelled, and he decides to move to a zoo!

He did it because of Rosie. Once again playing favorites. "Rosie loves it." those were his exact words. You know, I bet he's never even cared enough about me to even look at my artwork. If he has, then he didn't care. Only decided to leave me to my own devices.

Well, I'm done.

Being around people has only hurt me. I'm leaving tonight.

I get up off my bed, where I've laid since Dad showed that he only cared about Rosie, and Kelly.

I pack my clothes into the duffel bag that Mom gave me for my tenth birthday. I throw in my art journal and another few notebooks, and pack all of my jackets. I change into some sweats that I haven't worn since Mom died, and pull on m warmest coat and tennis shoes. I look around my bare room one last time, and decide to take the stuffed tiger Rosie gave me when we moved here. I pack everything that reminds me of mom, Rosie, and Lily. The little note of sunshine has been the only thing keeping me here. She'll be devastated, but I have her phone number. I can keep in touch.

I stuff my wallet into my pocket and shoulder my backpack. I glance around one last time, then check my watch. Eleven o'clock. Dad will be in bed now. I pick up my duffel bag, and open the door softly. Everything is silent. I can hear Rosie's soft snores from where I stand. I only feel numb and cold. No remorse, no regret. I am better off without my alienating father and my innocent little sister. I tiptoe down the hall, then think of something. I go back to my room, and pull out a scrap of paper and a pen. I wrote a note to Lily.

Lily,

I just want you to know I'm sorry for everything I did to you. I hope you know nothing was your fault. You are the most beautiful, amazing girl I've ever met. I want you to know I love you.

~Dylan

There. Perfect. The only one I care about will at least know I love her. I replace my pen into my backpack and leave my room for what I'm almost positive will be the last time. I listen to Rosie's breathing, then decide to take a piece of her with me. I pull out my phone and record ten seconds of her snores. She loved me, and it is only now that I feel a sliver of regret to leave her. I quickly push it away and tiptoe down the stairs and out the front door.

Padding across the lawn, I look around at the zoo. I go visit Spar one last time, and give him a whispered, "Good luck." I run by Lily's dwelling and slip the note in through her window, where it lands on her dresser. I turn and walk down the road, feeling like a hobo. Finally, I give one last glance at the farm, and my gaze lingers longingly on Lily's place. I turn and leave the property, not looking back. I may come and visit Lily and Rosie someday, but I am glad to finally leave behind my miserable life with my father.

Good-bye, Rosemoor.