Nothing Like My Mother, a coraline fanfic

This is just a quick bit of info: Okay, so if you couldn't tell, this is a very short little poetic-story kind of thing. It's about Wybie reflecting on his parent's pasts. Since the idea of his parents was open for interpretation (because of lack of info on them in the movie) I decided to make my own idea of how he ended up alone with his grandma.

I know the story is kind of cheesy and dramatic. But I think it's okay for the purpose it serves. :) It starts out in an omnipotent POV, then ends with Wybie's POV

It was raining, the night they met.
A long look across colliding planes of life...

She was top of her class, voted most likely to leave the writhing masses struggling in her wake as she swam the waters of success, she was gonna be someone.

He was a dropout, working in the auto shop trying to scrap together a decent living. He had dazzling hopes of stardom, driven by the rhythm inside him. He was a dreamer.

Passion often ignites a fire, that once you lose control it blazes into catastrophe! Desperate measures are called for. Lies are told. Dreams were crushed.

She was not ready to have a baby, abandoned alone by the musician as he searched for bigger and better things, left to watch in helpless wonder as her dreams and life crashed around her, decaying like rotting leaves in a cold October chill. Her mother had a home for her, somewhere called Ashland, Nowhere land.

Four long years she raised that baby, but her heart was never his, he, was never hers. Her eyes became distant and betrayed her dreams of her life in the city. She wanted to be something. She wanted to be someone. She did not want to be here anymore. One day, without a word nor warning, those dreams took her away, leaving her son alone, no mother nor father, with his aging grandmother.

I don't know if mom ever found those dreams she was chasing, or if dad ever caught that shooting star, I don't even know if either of them loved me. Did they ever meet again? I'll never know, I'd like to think they did.

Grandma always says my mother loved me, that she left because the was a roamer, like me, that I reminded her alot of my mother.
I don't know whether to be flattered...Or insulted.
I saw a photo the other day, the only photo, my grandma said, of me and my mother. I was so young, my grandma was looking down at me with so much pride and love in her eyes..

..My mother's eyes were filled with nothing but regret...

...I am nothing like my mother...

Okay so there it was. Bah! It's pretty corny! But I hope you like it none-the-less! Expect more from me in the future!

-Wybie out!