Okay so I knew it wasn't the smartest decision to make, but I really didn't have any other choice. I wanted to give my mom privacy and if I was going to do that, then I would have to leave, even if that meant losing everything and everyone important to me. It was a rash decision, but like my mother, once I decided to do it then there was no turning back. I was going to leave my mother and her new husband, my friends, and more importantly the country I had grown up in.
I was going to leave all that to live with my father and that was that, there was no going back once I had made the decision. Even if it took every ounce of my being I was going to. Change happens rapidly, something I had grown to acknowledge, it had happened so much in my life, but this was a rapid change in course, like when you are going to go spend the night at your friends house and are all packed up when your friend calls and cancels, only this was so much bigger. This was not a simple change of one night's plan, bu the plan of my life that I was now altering. But not even I could not tell just how much it was going to change and I had thought about every single possibility, or so I had thought, but one seemed to slip through, one single possibilty, and that was of course, the one that my life decided to take, the one I was going to have to live through.
I know that I should be working on my other story, but I was reading a book by Stephanie Meyer's, (Twilight) and this idea came to me and I couldn't get it out. So tell me what you think!