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Father of Mine part 1
I will permit no man to narrow and degrade my soul by making me hate him."
--Booker T. Washington--

(Daisy is sitting in Peter's office. Peter is at his desk; Daisy is sitting across from him. Peter has just informed her, that her father would be coming up that weekend.)
"Why?" She asks, in her usual sarcastic I don't care tone. Peter is not surprised by her reaction.
"Daisy, he wants to see you." Peter pauses for a moment. "He says he thinks it's time the two of you repair your relationship."
Daisy scoffs. "Well, that's a laugh. Since he's always tried so hard to be a good father to me, I guess this will just be one more thing he can add to his resume for father of the year." She says sarcastically.
"Daisy, he's willing to try."
Daisy looks away. "Try, Peter." She looks back to him with a steely gaze. "Maybe I'm just not ready to try yet."
"Daisy, I can understand your reservations, but I think this could actually be a good thing. You've changed in your time since you came; maybe he's changed too. It's been months since you two saw each other."
"It's been months all right. Months since my mother's death, months since we've spoken, months since...months since everything." She pauses, trying to control her anger. "I don't want to see him."
"Daisy, do you regret going to your mother's funeral?" Daisy's head jerks up, a little shocked at the question, but angry also. He gives her an expectant look.
She takes a deep breath. "No." She says answers begrudgingly.
"Remember, you didn't want to do that. But you went and you don't regret it, so maybe this isn't such a bad idea either." He says walking around the desk and sitting on the edge of it. "Give it a try."
"Fine. If he wants to come up here, then let him, but don't think I'm going to just forgive and forget." She says and stands up and heads for the door. "And when this doesn't work out, remember that I didn't want to do this in the first place." With that Daisy walks out the door, brushing by Sophie who was headed in.
"What was that all about?" Sophie asks, walking over to him.
"Her Dad's coming for a visit."
"When?"
"He'll be here Friday."
"Peter, that's tomorrow. That doesn't exactly give her much time to prepare."
"That might be for the best. If Daisy was prepared, her father may never make it out of the car."
Sophie gives him a look, then says, "Can you really blame her? After some of the stories she's told in-group..." Sophie shakes her head. "She's really angry at him."
Peter nods, "Well," He says and changes the topic, "Not only do we have to deal with Daisy's dad visiting, but we have a new admit today and she's in your group."
"When she come in?"
"Actually she's been in. Megan gave her the talk, she's had her medical exam and she's probably now getting the grand tour."
"What's her story?"
Peter hands her the file. "Her names Sara Hannington, she's almost sixteen. Her grades are good, her behavior is impeccable and her good attitude is impressive. Her dad is a successful banker; her mom is a housewife. Sara has received everything she needs. The problem though is that she has trouble adjusting. At least that's what her mom says. Her mom says they moved to Colorado from Pennsylvania last year. Sara never really adjusted to life there and Sara's brother just moved away. Her mom thinks her recent, unusual behavior might be because of that. That's what's her mom says."
"That's it? We know nothing about her other then she has adjustment problems."
"Well, you know parents and teens, Sophie. They often ignore the truth. I presume there's more to it then that. Remember, Shelby was just a habitual runaway and you know her story." Sophie nods, seeing his point.
"Well, when do I get to meet her?"
"The cliffhangers have group in half an hour. That will give you time to talk to her before. She's probably in the girls dorm by now." Sophie nods.
"Have you met her yet?" Sophie asks Peter. He bods. "What is she like?" Sophie asks.
"Well, as I said before Megan gave her the talk. I met her briefly, but she seemed to be OK. She said goodbye to her mom even. But that's all she said to her mom. She introduced herself to me and then her and Megan went to get her settled."
"So she's nice, but cold."
"That was my first judgment, but from what Megan told me, she seemed friendly and upbeat. Maybe her mom just made her tense."
"Well, I'll just go meet her for myself." She sighs. "Don't have much to go on, but I've had less to work with." With that she heads out the door.

(The girl's dorm a few minutes later. The other cliffhangers are still in class.)
Sophie knocks a few times and waits for a response. "Hello." She calls.
"Oh, hey." A girl's voice responded. "Come on in."
Sophie walked around the corner. On a bed in the middle of the room sat a tall browned haired girl. Sophie quickly noted the girl had managed to put most of her stuff away already. She'd also put pictures, Sophie presumed they were her family, out on her nightstand. The girl had a book open in front of her. It was a leather bound notebook and it looked as though the girl had been writing in it. When Sara noticed Sophie looking at the book, she quickly shut it and put it on her shelf.
"Hi. I'm Sara Hannington." The girl said standing up and putting her hand out for Sophie to shake. Sophie was a bit taken aback. Most newbie's weren't so open.
"Hi, I'm Sophie Becker." Sophie answered trying to mask her shock and shaking the girl's hand. "I'm the cliffhangers counselor. That's the group you've been assigned to."
"Yea, that Megan girl told me that." Sara said flopping back down onto the bed.
Sophie sat down on the bed across from her. "Um, your mom didn't really tell us much about why you're here. You want to fill me in?"
Sara looked at Sophie and then back down at the bed. "Well, my family moved last year and I just never really managed to fit in where I live now. And since my brother moved away..." Her voiced trailed off. It was a good answer. It even sounded real to Sara and she knew it was a lie. She'd actually practiced how she'd say it. She wanted to have just the right amount of sadness, but not enough to make her have to breakdown to be convincing. Sara had learned to make herself cry on que, but she didn't like to.
"How did your brother's move, make you feel?" Sophie asked.
Sara was thrown by the question. She knew they'd ask, but she hadn't presumed it be her first day. " Well, " She said, "My brother, Brett, and I were always close, even though he's three years older then me. I was really sad." At least the last line was true, Sara thought to herself. She had been sad when Brett left. At least when he was around her parents would yell at him too. She clenched her teeth in anger, remembering all the arguments her and her parents had had. Some of them would last for hours. "Can we just not talk about this?" Sara asked suddenly angry. She hadn't expected that the lie would make her think of what had really happened. Sara looked at Sophie, who seemed to be making a mental note of the fact that she'd lost her temper talking about her brother.
"We can quit talking about it, for now." Sophie said and then stood. "The cliffhangers, including you, have group in fifteen minutes. It's in the lodge on the other side of campus." She said and then headed for the door. She turned back around when she reached the doorway. "Sara, if you need to talk, or if you just want to talk, I'm always here for you."
Sara nodded and then watched Sophie walk out the door. She waited a few minutes to make she was gone and then let out a scream. How could she have gotten angry on her first day? This was going to be harder then she thought. But she only had to keep it up for a few months. Until her mom convinced her dad that Sara would be OK. Then Sara could leave this place and do what she'd wanted to do in the first place. She wanted to go to Matt's. He'd agreed to let her move in and besides in a few years she'd be eighteen and then it would be OK for the two of them to be together.
Sara sighed. She could think about what she wanted to do after she got out of this hell whole later. Right now she had to worry about how to get through group. She stood up and walked into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror she smiled her biggest and brightest smile.
"Hello, I'm Sara Hannington." She said. No, that wouldn't work. Too uniform.
"Hi, I'm Sara, pleased to meet you." She thought for a moment then groaned. It's completely fake, she thought.
"Hi, I'm Sara." She said. This time she tries it with a bit less of a smile, and a bit of attitude. No, she thought, if I go with attitude they'll just think I've got problems. And since I don't want to deal with them they can't know.
"Hi, I'm Sara." She said with a small smile. Yes, that's it. The perfect look to meet the other cliffhangers. So she now knew how to greet them, but how did she get through group? She took a deep breath.
"Well," She said to herself, "If I'm going to make it through group, I'll just have to not talk." Talking had been what had made her angry in the first place. "But if I don't talk, they'll think I have a problem. Damn!" She said. "Well, I guess I'll just have to really watch myself. I've been acting like I don't have a problem for years, why should this be any different?" She asked herself. But if it wasn't any different then why did you get mad? A little voice inside her head asked.
"I can't do this." She said to herself. "I've done it too long and now I've lost my touch." She said panicked. They couldn't find out. "No, no, calm done." She said to herself. " I'll be fine. I'll be fine once I greet them. Then I'll know that I can deal with it. Besides anything I say today can be passed off as me being new. I can do this." She said trying to convince herself. "I have to remain in control." She looked up into the mirror. "I CAN DO THIS." She said to herself, pronouncing each word slowly and deliberately. "I don't have a problem." She said with a straight face. See it sounded convincing; it looked convincing. Now all she had to do was convince them.
Sara looked into the mirror. "Hi, I'm Sara. I don't have a problem." She smiled to herself. "Who would have thought all those acting classes Father made me go to, would actually pay off." With that she turned and headed off to the lodge for group.