Authors Note: Hey guys listen to this! Guess who, uhm, found their old fanfiction account and, uhm, read through their stories again. So think about it. Maybe you really liked this story when it was updated 6 years ago. Maybe you've been dying on the edge of your seat, waiting for this piece to be updated like most of us do when we find a fic then realize that they haven't updated in years and yet there is a still bit of hope holding out for the author to update the story that you really like. Then you get an authors note and find out that theyre dropping it. This is not one of those for now.

So, I'm in the process of rewriting this and making it better! It's pretty solid so far and might be even longer than the first go around. To reward those who have stayed for these 6 long years of no updates, take an excerpt from the shiny and new rewrite.


A small town in Louisiana. Someplace where the air was humid despite the lack of water since it was pretty far up on the state, nowhere near the Gulf of Mexico. That is where I live, soon to be left behind like the many places in my past. The most notable thing in this town was the amount of tattoo parlors the peppered the streets if you ever decided to drive down the main road.

Some would say that it was abnormal. I just called it a transient place where people didn't say for too long. That's exactly what happened to us.

When you have a job that moves around the country, making sure that the covens in the America's stayed in line while also trying to raise a kid was hard. Especially when there was the influence of two kids who were forever stuck as 13-years-old with habits that drove you up the wall and the other who only compounded on that when she was bored or thought that everyone could do with a little bit of laughter.

The latter was me, Jinx Winters, and currently we were in the process of moving. I stared at the boxed were filled to the brim of the content of my room. It was sad yet I knew we had to move on from this place. That's what you did in towns like these. You never stopped for very long.

Especially if you had a stalker that had a particular knack of finding you no matter where you went. But that's a problem for a different time because right now I was currently mourning the lost of my friends and my room. It should have been different but it wasn't. It was just another move. Something that everyone had to go through once in their life. It was nothing special.

A gentle knock on the doorframe to my room, pulled me out of my thoughts and my lovely mom was standing there with two cups of coffee in her hands. I could smell the strong bitterness of it from here.

"Hey." I say quietly as I draw my knees up to my chest as she sits down where my feet have previously rested.

Her smile never failed to light up the room, Dad always said that was what drew her towards him even though everyone knew that it was the draw of something that you couldn't explain. She was my sunshine and somehow knew everything that was going on. Maybe it was because she went through it too.

Instead of trying to give false platitudes, we just sat there in silence for a few minutes before I leaned over and resting my head on her shoulder as she wraps her arms around me.

"I love you." I mumble to her quietly, closing my eyes as she smooths her hand over my hair in a soothing gesture. If I wanted to I could fall asleep under her ministrations. Hell, I could fall asleep if anyone touched my hair.

I could feel her smile as she tells me that she loves me back before standing up and telling me to come down to the kitchen when I was ready. She was the best despite what anyone said about her because they were wrong. A few minutes after she had left, I heave a sigh as I uncurl and stand up, sparing a glance at my duffle bag that was packed and ready to go for the road trip that was happening tomorrow.