Author: Sega Parks

Chapter 13

  "What the heck!?" Savannah exclaimed, spilling a ton of jewelery beads onto her bedroom floor.
She sat upright in her canopy bed trying to make a bracelet out of a string. Five bracelets were made so far, in which they were already on her left wrist, and she was now working on her six. For some reason, the six one seemed to have been the hardest to make because every time she would nearly have all the beads on the string, they would somehow slip off.
"Great." she said softly, climbing off of her bed.
She got down on the floor to pick up every single bead one by one. Making bracelets was an activity she did whenever she wanted to kill time. Dinner wouldn't be ready for a while so she was trying to occupy herself. Making things was her way to console herself.
Finally, she had managed to get all of the beads off of the floor, and began concentrating on putting them back onto the string.

 A dinging sound suddenly played on her flat-screened computer. Finishing up her bracelet by tying the metal peace sign on the end of it, she got up and walked over to her computer desk.

A MySpace instant message from her old classmate Jodi Bryant appeared on the screen.

 Jodi Bryant:

What's your schedule?

 She was referring to the class schedule Savannah had received in the mail by the Graysville High counselor. She didn't know at the time that she would be officially attending another school two hours away from the school she was supposed to go to. Hearing from Jodi was a surprise since she usually had something snappy to say to Savannah in Social Studies class last year. They used to be friends, but Jodi, along with the other girls, ditched her at the lunch table three months into the eigth grade. Every now and then they talked, but it was never the same as seventh grade when they would each lunch together in the inclusion classroom.

Savannah thought for a minute before typing a response.

 Savannah Ripley:
I'm not going to Gray High. I moved.
Jodi Bryant:

Oh, that sux. Where'd you move to?

Savannah Ripley:

Paramount. It's near Indy.
Jodi Bryant:

Oh, man! We'll miss you...

 Savannah was taken aback for a few seconds. Even though people were sad to see her leave on the last day of eigth grade, it still surprised her that Jodi had said that. Even Alyssa Horton, one of the cheerleaders, cried. Alyssa was one of the few popular girls who was friendly to Savannah. She was actually one of the nicest girls in the eigth grade.

Hearing from Jodi made her want to move back.

 Savannah Ripley:

I might visit sometime.

Jodi Bryant:

You better cuz it'll be totally borin without you.

Savannah Ripley:

Yeah, I'm upset that I have to move here, but I've met people who were nice.

Jodi Bryant:


Savannah Ripley:

This girl named Judy invited me for lunch. Her and her friends seemed nice. Also these two girls at the bus stop were fun to talk to. So was this girl named Tamara in my journalism class.

Jodi Bryant:

That sounds awesome! School for us starts tomorrow.
Savannah Ripley:

Wish I would be there. I told my mom if I didn't like Paramount within a month, I would live with my grandparents.

Jodi Bryant:

Ha ha. That sounds like you. Well, I gotta go. TTYL!

Savannah Ripley:

Okay! Bye!

Just when Savannah logged off, her mom, Marjorie, came in with the phone in her hand.

"Baby, your father would like to talk to you."

"No!" she hissed immediately.

Her dad was incredibly annoying and he took a long time to hang up the phone whenever she was done talking. She wasn't that close with her dad and he usually saw her every five weeks or so. And he hardly cared about anything that went on in her life.
So why should she talk to him?

"It'll only take a minute." Marjorie tried. "He wants to know how your first day of school went."
"I have homework I need to work on." Savannah lied. "A lot of homework."

The truth was that the only assignment she had gotten was the one from Ms. Livingston in which she had to write about her summer vacation. She had already finished it.

"Fine." resigned Marjorie. "Later tonight you'll talk to him."

When she left, Savannah got back on her computer to check new MySpace messages from her friends. No one besides Jodi had sent her any. Not even Phoebe or Eileen. Sighing, she shut down her computer, and walked out of her bedroom.

 Downstairs in the living room, Davey was lounging on the couch with a few of his buddies. One was tall, redheaded, and had on a Colts football jersey. The other one was shorter, dark-haired, and was wearing gray shorts with an "Eat More Beef" shirt featuring a baby chick on it. They were too  preoccupied with the football game to even notice her.

She looked at the television screen. It was college football and Notre Dame was taking on Purdue. If she had to choose a team it would be Notre Dame since smart people went to that school.

 She walked into the kitchen to get herself a red-white-and-blue popsicle from the freezer. Tearing the wrapper off, she tossed it into the trashcan, heading out to the deck.

6:45pm and still bright out.

She sat in the white plastic chair, shoving the popsicle into her mouth. The weather outside was warm, making Savannah inhale the fresh air. She loved the outdoors more than anything else. It gave her time to relax and think about things. When she was little, she used to beg her mom to take her to the park everyday. It was something that gave her freedom and something to do.

 Even though her mom would say no, her grandpa would sometimes take her to the park and watch her play. She loved her grandpa very much. He was her best friend and he was the one she was the closest to. She wished he was there with her. He would know how to entertain her. The best memories she had with him was the times when she would sit on his lap and listen to him sing her a lullaby. She even enjoyed it when he tickled her with his whiskers.

A lot of memories were back in Graysville and it made her sad.

   "Savannah?" she heard Dave call from the inside of the townhouse. "Dinnertime!"

"Already?" she asked, looking at her melting popsicle.

"Yes," he answered. "Your mom made your favorite. Mashed potatoes with chicken, boiled eggs, and lima beans.

She couldn't pass up the opportunity. 

 "So, how was your first day of school?" Marjorie asked intently at the dinner table.

"It was alright." Savannah answered somberly. "I did make a few new friends."
"Remember Savannah," reminded Dave, "not everyone you meet will instantly be your friend."

Savannah rolled her dark eyes. She knew that.

"Where's Davey?" she asked, noticing that Davey nor his friends were at the table.

"Downstairs?" answered Dave. "He and his friends decided to order a pizza."

 Savannah snickered to herself. Davey hardly did anything "family oriented" with them. And quite frankly, she couldn't blame him. It was a shame  she didn't have any friends to ditch her new family with.

"Are you excited about school tomorrow?" asked Marjorie.

"Sure." Savannah said unsurely, pouring loads of ketchup onto her mashed potatoes.

"Well, I'm glad you had a good first day." Dave said enthusiastically. "I told you Paramount wouldn't be that bad."

"Yeah, honey," added Marjorie, "And you can still talk to your old friends back at home."

"I just talked to that Jodi girl I was mentioning to you before." Savannah said, shoving forkfuls of the ketchup covered potatoes into her mouth.

"Good!" Marjorie said brightly. "And if there's any consolation, people here won't know anything about you."

"Say, thanks." Savannah said dully.

That was something for her to look forward to.

 After dinner, Savannah went up to her room to work on her poetry. Writing was her forte and it was something that calmed her. But this time she had no idea what to write about. Usually she would be quick to jot down a song or poem, but at the moment she was on brain lock. She thought about all the possibilities on why she wasn't coming up with anything. And then it hit her.

Of course you can't write anything. You haven't written anything worthwhile since you came here. And I bet you're just going to sit here and stare at the damn computer screen until a thought can click into your thick head. And then just as soon as you start writing, your brain would do a trick on you and suddenly you won't remember a thing to write. And then you're never going to be the next William Shakespeare, Stephen King, Charles Dickens, Mary Shelley, Edgar Allan Poe, H.J. Wells. Roald Dahl, or J.K. Rowling. Hell, even Stephanie Meyer is a better writer than you. This town is going to ruin your writing career. You're gonna be some lame unpublished author if you don't get the heck out of this town. You're just a stupid fourteen year old aspiring author. You think you're gonna be a young author like S.E. Hinton? No way. Give it up, Ripley. You'll never succeed.

 Savannah frowned. She hated when she did this. She always put herself down whenever she was worried about something. Her own thoughts were her worst enemy. Feeling low, she crawled into her bed and wept herself to sleep.


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