Paramount
Author: Sega Parks

Chapter 1
Savannah

Blue, red, purple, orange, and yellow streaks ran across the early morning sky while the dew on the grass was beginning to dry. Light strewn from the clouds and flowers blossomed in the light rain. However, the early morning had its peculiar scents as well.

Savannah Ripley always thought the early morning smelled like Sunny Delight mixed with pure-honey. It did, however, had to be raining hard the previous night in order for the atmosphere to obtain that particular scent.

A soft tune jingled quietly from Savannah's chimes, clinking back and forth against each other outside her bedroom window. A tune that kept her in a deep slumber.

Savannah turned in her sleep as the draft of the cool air brushed against the nape of her neck. She had been sleeping since nine-o’clock at night and it was now six-o’clock in the morning.

Normally she would have been awake fifteen minutes ago, but since she was nervous about her first day of high school, she chose to oversleep. School was the last thing she wanted to deal with. Especially a school in which she knew nothing and no one about.

For nearly a month and a half she had been living in her new four-bedroom townhouse with her mom, step-dad, and step-brother. Although her bedroom was a perfect size for her, she still couldn’t believe she had to move to Paramount.

 She liked her room, though. Her mom had allowed her to decorate her bedroom in order to make up for the move. For the past two weeks, she had spent painting her room with purple paint, having the carpenters replace the old boring white carpet with the new beige one, setting her white Victorian couch her mom had gotten her in the corner of the room, facing her new silver wide-screened television, and arranging her white vanity and computer desk next to each other for convenient reasons. She was proud of her progress in making her room look like it came straight out of a home improvement magazine. It was the only thing she was looking forward to when moving to Paramount. But she still wished she could have decorated her old room in Graysville rather than decorate her new room in a stuck up, rich area where people looked down on the less fortunate people. She was middle-class, but it still didn't mean she wouldn't be considered "less fortunate".

Just because her crazy mother decided to get marry, didn't mean she had to move to a whole other town, make new friends, leave her old ones back in Graysville, and be forced to live in a new habitat. She felt like the polar bears on the icecaps being forced to move to another area because the ice was melting due to global warming. She saw her step-dad, Dave Smith, as global warming.

He had melted everything she had known and forced her to move to this terrible place.

Just her luck.

If he hadn’t called her mother and arranged for dinner after not seeing her for ten years, they wouldn’t have gotten married, she would still be in Graysville, and she would be attending high school with her two best friends, Eileen Jaggers and Phoebe Hall.

Don't get her wrong, it's not like she hates her step-dad, it's just he was the reason she had moved in the first place. He and his son, Davey, could have easily lived in Graysville with her and her mother, but he felt he didn't want to be away from his family.

 She couldn't believe how insensitive he was. Didn't he think she had friends and family, too? That her sick and dying grandparents were back at home missing her every second? Or was he just some sociopath who had no regard towards other people's pain and misery? Whatever it was, she certainly didn't like it.

She also didn't understand why a school's mascot would be a kite. An inanimate object as a school mascot was just as ridiculous as it gets. Why couldn't it have been a lion, bullfrog, greyhound, bumblebee, or a tiger like any other normal school? And the most annoying part was the school was as big as a zoo. Four-thousand students supposedly occupies the school building and it would be an easy way for her to get lost in the crowd.

She hated places where it was crowded and stuffy. Walking through the halls of Paramount would be the equivalent of walking down a busy street in New York City. Which is why all the stress was causing her to oversleep.

She stirred in her sleep and moaned softly.

Suddenly, the chimes stopped jingling, ending the soft tune playing. A few moments later Savannah opened her left eye and then the right one.

She looked up and groaned irritatedly.

Turning to her side, she saw that the alarm clock on her nightstand flickered 6:10am.

Tired and annoyed, she pulled the fluffy purple comforter over her head, engulfing her entire body. A few more minutes of sleep wouldn't hurt.

"You up, dear?" her mother, Marjorie, called from the room across the hall.

She had heard her.

"No..." she muffled through the covers.

"Well, get up." Marjorie replied semi-sternly.

Just then, she heard eager panting and footsteps trotting across the hallway. Her German Sheppard, Tippet, burst through the partially closed door and leaped onto her canopy bed.

"Tippet, no..." she moaned.

"Ruff!"

The dog managed to pull the comforter away from her, and began licking excessively at her face.

She couldn't help but laugh.

"Ah...ok." she said resignedly. "I'll be up in a minute."

"Ruff!" the dog replied, and ran across the room and settled onto her purple bean bag chair.

She threw the covers off of her and stepped into her houseshoes. Even though the house was new and posh, it didn't mean she was going to risk the chances of stepping on something gross.

She walked into her Jack-&-Jill bathroom and stripped out of her white nightgown. Stepping into the shower, she turned on the showerhead and joyfully lathered herself with Lavender Blossom soap, humming to the tune of "Mary Had A Little lamb". The warm water felt nice on her bare skin, drenching her entire body from the neck down. She felt relieved that the shower was washing and melting away her stress. It made her feel like crawling back under the soft, cotton sheets of her bed and fallen asleep. Never waking up again.

Closing her eyes, she went into her own little world.

Ten minutes later, she cleaned herself off, brushed her teeth, used the toilet, and went back into her bedroom to change.

She changed into her white Bohemian tunic top, flared jeans, and brown moccasin boots that went with her outfit. She sat down at her vanity table and began to curl her shoulder-length hair with the curling iron. Putting on a brown headband, she looked into the mirror and made a retching sound.

Her appearance was completely off to her. But from other people's point of view, a five-seven, model-like girl was looking back at them. Her almond shaped dark-brown eyes and beauty mark located on her left cheek reflected her beauty the most.

Of course it didn't help when people from her former school called her ugly and picked on her. Especially if you never had a boyfriend let alone been kissed. Fourteen years old and she still hadn't been kissed.
She took out a tube of mascara and swiped it across her eyelashes.

There. She thought. I don't look quite as bad as I did a minute ago.

Smiling, she hopped out of her chair, rubbed Tippet's dark fur, and ran downstairs to the kitchen.

Marjorie, Dave, and her step-brother, Davey, were already sitting at the breakfast table, eating.

"Good morning, Savannah." Davey said politely.

"Good morning to you too." she said, pulling up a chair next to him.

"You excited about Paramount?" he asked.

"Yeah," she lied. "I can't wait."

Not.

"You look pretty." Dave said, biting into a piece of toast.

"Thanks." she said sweetly, but cringed at the compliment when no one was looking.

She hated compliments and every time someone gave her one, she would blush uncontrollably. Her mother agreed with Dave, causing her to groan.

"What time does the bus come?" Marjorie asked, ignoring her response.

"Seven-eight." she answered

 She looked around the room and couldn't believe the decor. It wasn't fancy or anything, but the wallpaper was the color of periwinkle, making the room have a bright, upbeat, theme to it. And the cream colored china cabinets and counters had the modern day Victorian effect. Savannah had to admit it was impressive. Especially the wooden flooring, glass table they were eating off of, and the white curtains that hung from the windows. The kitchen was her favorite room next to her bedroom.

"You know, maybe Davey can introduce you to his friends and show you around the school." Dave suggested.

"Yeah, that would be nice." she said, primly picking a piece of French toast and dipping it into a small square container of syrup.

Like his friends would interest me.

She bit into it and said, "Too bad my friends won't be there."

"Don't worry about it," Davey tried. "You'll make new friends."

"Easy for you to say." she mumbled.

 Davey was Mr. Popular. Mr. Football. He was practically a girl magnet. Tall, light-skinned, and masculine, he was the center of Paramount. Savannah on the other hand was not good at making friends, was not a boy magnet, and had no social skills what so ever. She was basically a shy person and didn't have many friends. She was like the African-American version of Carrie White. Though, not exactly.

 Sure her two good friends, Eileen and Phoebe were loyal, but they were the only friends she had. The other kids made fun of her, took her things and threw it around the school, and to make matters worse, her crush, Scott Phillips, hated her guts. She never knew exactly why, but ever since sixth grade, he had been treating her like a third-world country.

Which is another reason why she didn't want to move from Graysville. She would be away from Scott and she would miss him incredibly. Even though he had treated her so badly, she still had a soft spot for him. Plus, she always kept hope alive about ending up with him.

Which didn't seem to happen.

You're gonna like Paramount." Davey promised.

Without responding, Savannah ripped into a piece of French toast and chewed rapidly.

She wished everyone would just be silent for one second. She didn't like how people kept talking about the whole "moving will be fun" thing or "you're going to like Paramount" bull. She just wanted silence. Talking was the main reason she was in this situation. If she hadn't given Marjorie the message of Dave calling, they would have never arranged for dinner, Marjorie would have never known he called, and she would still be living in her small, one-leveled house on Sycamore Drive in Graysville.

That was when she realized some things were better left unsaid than told.

"I'm going to watch television." she said abruptly.

Without saying another word, she got up out of her seat and left the kitchen.

Tippet followed closely behind, licking at the heel of her foot.

Shortly after she left, Dave turned to Marjorie and said, "She'll like Paramount."

Marjorie gave him an unsure look, and then continued on reading her outdated issue of USA Today.

Savannah flopped onto the black Italian leather sofa, allowing Tippet to rest on her lap.

"I can't believe this." Savannah complained to him, absentmindedly rubbing his fur. "Why should I have to go to Paramount?"

Tippet nuzzled up against her thighs, his way of responding to her.

"What do you think I should do, Tippet?"

 Savannah looked down at the dog, his wide blue eyes staring back at her with curiosity and concern.

"Oh, what do you know?" she said. "You're just a cute, furry dog."

Given him a loud kiss on his wet nose, she reached over to the coffee table, grabbed the AT&T remote, and turned on the television.

Spongebob and Patrick appeared on the screen, annoying Squidward with their silly antics.

Savannah sighed. "I'll give this place a month."

 

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