Wish Granted.

The car rolled down the street of some unfamiliar residential district. The clean-cut streets with bushy green trees lining the sides of the roads. The perfect manufactured houses lined up side by side rolled past until they came to a long drive way up to a single story house at the end of the dead-end road. She didn't belong here. No, They didn't belong here. A hand snuck up to her face without her noticing, and she began to chew on her thumb nail, a nervous tick that her own mother had passed on to her when she was still alive. "Wipe that dumb look off your face." Snapping to look at the commanding voice of her father, she paused. She hadn't been meaning to give any looks or make any faces in particular. "Sorry." She mumbled softly to the tall man beside her before dropping her hand back to her lap, which was what most likely drew his attention to her face. She now calmly and quietly watched as he pulled down the cars visor and exposed the mirror. He quickly ran a comb through his thick, long brown hair until it fell into a feathery flow around his mustached face, perfectly concealing his bald spot on the back of his head. He then adjusted the first and second buttons of his dark green button-up shirt. He then shot her an annoyed glance that she caught even with him glaring at her through the mirrors reflection. "They have kids here. You can play with them." She felt a frustrated sigh captured in her chest. How she wanted to explain to him, talk to him so he could understand what the complication was. That wouldn't work to her benefit, though. Her father didn't tolerate 'back talking,' so voicing her issues would only bring her more pain than it was worth. "What if they don't like me?" She asked softly, hoping that at least voicing that concern wouldn't be enough to irk him. "What if they don't, Dusty? Grow up. They also have animals. Dogs. You like those and if I remember correctly, Chinchillas." This instantly peaked her interest and soothed her mind a bit. At least today wouldn't be a total bust. Sure, she didn't understand why he brought her here, why she had to be here, or why she couldn't have just stayed home like always. She preferred the solitude of her bedroom. Her music from the radio blasted loudly through her headphones. At least there was animals she could play with tonight. Something that was lacking in her peaceful bedroom. "Play with the kids first." He demanded giving her a look as he opened up the door and stepped out into the bright sunshine filled day. With a heavy breath and a twist of her wrist she got out of the car herself and stepped out onto the well manicured pavement and lawn. She stood there awkwardly as her dad finished checking his appearance, then confidently striding up to the front door and wrapping his knuckles on the door panel. She slowly began to follow behind. To not do so would be defiant and would lead to trouble when they got home. This was a well rehearsed play her father put on when in company. He wouldn't publicly shame her or cause her any physical damage. When they got home, though, every mistake she made would be replayed for her and would be used against her later. She only wanted peace. To be left alone. She loved her father, and disappointing him not only gave her grief, but she didn't like doing it in the first place. The problem was that she wasn't who her father wanted her to be, and that was an issue she really didn't know how to fix. The door opened up and a short stout woman stood in the doorway. "Jerry!" She shouted excitedly and wrapped him in a hug. She then peered around him at the redheaded girl standing behind him awkwardly. "And this must be Dusty! My aren't you a big girl!" She laughed and gestured for her to come closer. "Yeah, she struggles with her weight. You know kids these days, they hate going outside." The woman laughed and then shook her head. "Not my boys! They are always outside running amuck. We have a trampoline in the back." She said, the second half pointed towards the girl who now stood beside them with a blank expression on her face. Dusty pulled her clothes a bit tighter to her body. She hated being fat. It wasn't a choice she woke up and made everyday. It was just another flaw about herself that she didn't know how to fix and couldn't go a single day without being reminded of. Be it kids at school, her father, or strangers it seemed. Her stained with bleach black ADIDAS jacket hide her figure for the most part but people still constantly felt the need to remind her she wasn't a size... whatever was normal for a fourteen year old. "Come on now, come in, come in!" She excitedly stepped back and allowed the pair into her beige halls. "Adults this way!" She said in a sing-song voice before pointing over her father's shoulder past the girl down the other hall. "The boys should be that way!" Then they were gone disappeared into the houses garage. Dusty stood and let out a breathe that she didn't realize she had been holding and looked around herself at the unfamiliar place. Everything was so... clean and white. Or at least tan. From where she stood she could see into a kitchen that lead to a small enclosed backyard with a large trampoline. She would absolutely bounce on that today if she was able. Swings and Trampolines were two of her favorite things. However she was given a task and she had no choice but to attempt to complete it. She had to find these kids and see if they were interested in interacting with her. She walked down the hall feeling extra self conscious as her pants rubbed together making a soft sound as she walked. God she hated her body. The east bound hall lead to what appeared to be a living room. There sat a chinchilla cage. However no fellow humans were in the room and so she cast a slow glance around her environment and approached the cages. "Hey there." She said softly to them as she leaded over to take a look at the weirdly ash colored animals. She hadn't ever actually seen a chinchilla before and was struck by how odd an animal it was. So soft looking. The small creature chewed on something quietly uninterested in her. "Who are you?" A girls voice caught her attention. She looked up surprised not expecting a girl kid to be here. "Uh, I'm Dusty. My dad brought me here." She said brushing her red hair behind her ear and offering a small and a wave to the person. "Right. That's weird." The girl said cooly staring at her with weird intensity. "I guess." Dusty said feeling uncomfortable and uncertain how to proceed. "So you-" "JAYDEN!!!!" The girls unexpected shout made Dusty jump from surprise. What was this girl about? "Yo." A young male voice said coming around the corner. "There's some weird girl in your living room. I don't like it." She stated plainly and crossed her arms across her tiny diva like chest. An ugly grimace on her face aimed at Dusty as if she had done something wrong. "Oh, who are you? Why are you in my house?" He asked coming to stop next to the girl and giving her the same grimace as if her appearance disgusted them. How instantly rude these kids were. "I'm Dusty. My dad brought me here. He's in the garage, I assume with your mom-" "Step mom." The boy corrected giving her a nasty look. "Yeah babe, my parents are having a party tonight. I told you that. Remember?" The girl gave a pout at him and he gave her a look that said 'what do you want me to do about it' and then looked at Dusty again looking her up and down like a disappointing piece of artwork. "Guess that means this thing is going to be here all night?" The girl sighed before shaking her head and pushing the boy back towards the far hall he came out of. "Just go babe. I'll handle her." "Cool." He said simply before walking away leaving the two girls alone again. Dusty could practically cut the air with the awkward tension. She already knew it would be like this. They didn't belong here. Or maybe just she didn't belong here. "Look. Ugg-o. Jayden is MY boyfriend and you better leave us the f**k alone. I'll mess you up. Don't play with me. Leave us the f**k alone." She snapped and paused as if waiting for a confirmation. Dusty nodded her head. Her heart feeling heavy and overfilled. Why did everyone have to be that way? Her dad said she had a hard time making friends. It was so much deeper than that. She struggled at being a person it seemed. "Good." The girl left then leaving Dusty to sit in the living room with the disinterested Chinchillas.