A/N:
Inspired by a rambling mind and Evanescence songs.
I own nothing.
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Preface
They say it's not you, it's them - "this isn't your fault" – "mommy and daddy just couldn't make it work, Sweetie."
If they marry, have a kid, shouldn't they try harder? Maybe they did. Maybe mom was too flaky. Maybe dad was too set in his ways. Maybe mom shouldn't have dragged her kid half way across the country to live in the desert. Maybe dad should have insisted they all live in the same town or in the same state, at least. Maybe if James hadn't happened.
Maybe. Maybe. Unanswered question after unanswered question. They deserved to be happy.
Mom remarried. Good guy. Not so good job. "New job," good guy said. "Better job," she added. "You'll like Florida baby."
Middle of the school year. New School.
No more changes. No more changes.
But everything changes. Gradually. Suddenly. Too fast.
Decisions have been made. Take charge for once. You're in control. Packing up my life again. Next stop Forks, Washington. Next stop dad.
No control.
No.
Control.