I'm Zoë Franks. I am 17 and a junior in High school. I lived in Yorktown, Virginia.
Lived.
I didn't really have close friends besides my mom. She acted like a little kid . . . not like a Mom. So I did, I acted like the mom. My mom was single.
Was.
Now I am in Oregon. With my kind-of-sort-of dad. With closer friends. My kind-of-sort-of dad who acts how ever he wants but never not his age.
This is how I got here.
It was around noon when the phone rang. "Hello?" I answered the phone, it was mom. "Hi Zo, guess what?!" She asked me excitedly. "What?" "I got . . . married!!!" I dropped the phone in shock and picked it up again. "Zo? Are you okay? I heard a big noise." "Oh…I uh…Just dropped the phone. You got…married?" I finally got out. "Yes, to Robbie. You like him." She said happily. "Yeah but I thought you guys just went on a cruise…" "Yeah well he proposed I wanted to get it down right then! I am sorry you weren't here baby. Also I and Rob are going away for a couple of months you are going to have to say with your father. Okay?" It took a while for me to comprehend but I answered, "Okay." "Okay. I already bought your ticket and your flight leaves tomorrow at three. I love you! E-mail me!" The phone line clicked before it went dead.
"I love you too." I muttered as I hung up the phone and sat down on the couch in shock.
"She's married. I have to live with Brian." I said over and over again.
That's how it all started. With a single phone call. But, oh, what a single phone call can do.