Well, I had deleted this story earlier today because I hated all the mistakes I had made and I feel that since I first started this story I have become a better writer. Also, I hadn't updated in a long time since I had some stuff going on and I just recently finished my first semester of college. So here is my attempt to restart this story and hopefully update somewhat regularly. Currently I have 11 and a half chapters written, but I would appreciate some ideas and if someone wants to become a co-writer to this story just let me know.

Here we go…

Disclaimer: I OBVIOUSLY do not own Victorious because if I did I would not be here on fan fiction writing this and the show would have gotten another season or at least a proper finale.

Prologue

"Ma'am, what would you like?" The flight attended asked her.

"What I would like is to make my life exactly as it was just a day ago, to not be on this plane on my way to Hollywood. Now how do I get that?" Jade answered in a tone that was almost foreign to her, she wasn't yelling, but her voice left no question as to how she was feeling, angry. The flight attended had a shocked and terrified look on her face, slowly backing up into the kitchen, very far away from Jade.

Deep down Jade knew that the flight attendant had not deserved that, but she was the first one who had asked and Jade needed to get all of the bubbling anger out of her system. Thanks to that tiny outburst she felt just a little bit better though she was certain it wasn't the first or last one she would experience that day.

Jade's POV

If it weren't for him, his stupid wife, and that annoying, yappy dog! How is it that he suddenly decided to replace me in his life, especially with some dumb blonde who was young enough to be my older sister?

She had been really cool when I had first met her and they had begun dating, but I guess it was all just an act. As soon as they got married she started to talk to me as if I were some little kid and grounding me even when my own father never did, basically acting like my mother. At that point I began to yell or "talk back" as she called it", at her whenever she started speaking to me like that and ignore her. I had never had a mother, who was she to act like one to me?

Eventually whenever I did do that, she began to tell my dad about it and then he get involved. I wasn't scared of him, but I was mad that he began to take her side on everything and basically set me aside to spend more time with her and that damn dog. How could he replace his daughter of 15 years with someone he had known for a little over a year?

All this eventually led to both him and I getting tired of each other and him deciding to send me off to some "mother" I had never met nor had the intention of ever meeting.

Point is that because of her I am now about to land in LAX.

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