Isn't it funny how much your life can change because of one tiny decision? One miniscule moment? Just two seconds, and everything veers off into a completely different direction and you might grow into a totally different person than you otherwise would've been.

Like the lady who instead of putting 37 on her lottery ticket decided on a split second whim that she liked the number 47 better and ended up winning 60 million dollars. Or the dude who decided to go to his 9AM class instead of skipping and on the way ended up helping his future wife pick up the books and papers that burst through her overstuffed tattered bag and scattered onto the hallway floor. Isn't that adorable.

And then you've got me, the teenage fuckup. The girl who was driving to a party when she saw a deer directly in front of her in the road. In that half second she swerved around it to the left, realized there was oncoming traffic, grazed that first guy in the queue of cars before she swerved back to the right, and the grand finale: totaled her car when she came to a full stop against a tree on the side of the road.

The moment I realized those seconds were going to cause my life to make a U-turn wasn't when I looked up through my mess of hair to see my car hood crumpled like tin foil, curled around the tree. It wasn't when I shared a look of shock with one of my bitchy friends in the front seat, half covered by her air bag. Wasn't when I saw the flashing of red and blue lights, or when I blew a .102 on the breathalyzer or even when I was handcuffed and ducked into the police car. It was when my mom bailed me out of jail and didn't say a word to me the rest of the night. It was when I got up at 3AM to go to the bathroom and my parents were still talking in hushed voices, the strip under their door lit. But mostly it was when they sat me down the morning after at breakfast and told me they were sending me to a boarding school in Germany for my senior year.

At first I thought they were joking. Because, I mean, shit like that only happens in movies, right? The rebellious teenager does something that's the last straw and they get shipped off to some foreign land and school to get them whipped up into shape.

But then it was two and a half months later and I was on an international flight to Frankfurt with my parents.

It's not even the 'being shipped off to a boarding school' part that completely changed everything in my life, though. I would've been the same snarky-ass bitch and still have gotten drunk all the time. But instead, I met her.

And, god, I should've known. I should've been prepared, but I wasn't. And by the time I acknowledged what was going on everything had gone too far and I was in way too deep. I couldn't stop or even slow down. I had no control over myself – she had me completely under her spell, and I was so fucking scared. Every glance, every touch, every kiss, every stolen moment pulled the string tighter and tighter until one day it had to snap.

And now she's gone.

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AN: Let's try this again.

I know Brittana is lacking these days but we gotta stick to our ship, yo. I'm really looking forward to getting this up and running. I hope you guys enjoy it too. :)