Paramount Activity
Author: Sega Parks

Chapter 8
Phone Call From Daddy

   "What's up, Savannah?" Davey asked, clad in his football jersey.
He was sitting on the couch with a couple of his football friends from school. One of the guys who had a crush on Savannah had came to visit Davey almost everyday.
"Everything," she said, getting a bottle of limeade from the refrigerator. "How was your day?"
"It was good." he sighed. "I got a 'C' on my Algebra test."
"At least you're not failing it." she said. "The only classes I'm passing are English, Media Arts, Journalism, Biology, and Gym."
"That's most." Davey laughed. 
  She smiled. Her and Davey weren't exactly close, but they were still friends. They were step-brother and step-sister. Davey was one of the most popular guys in school and he was running back for the football team. Everyone liked him. There wasn't a day when people didn't bombard her with questions about him. She went up to her room to find Justin Alvarado and Judy Detillo lounging on her french couch. Passing out the drinks to them, she sat in front of the computer screen.
  "Your room never gets old." Judy said, looking around her purple bedroom.
White Christmas lights were on her lavender wall brightening up the room. Judy hopped up and sat in Savannah's favorite panda bear chair. Judy always came over to Savannah's house to see her room. In the display case next to the bookshelves, were over a two hundred Barbie dolls her mother's gay friend had gotten her since she was five. They were all collectors. Her Barbie and American Girl catalogs were arranged in a magazine rack along with her other magazines. It may have been silly, but Savannah had begged her mother to not sell her old stuff. She still had her African dolls her grandmother had given her when she was ten. The room looked mostly for teenagers, but there was still a hint of childhood in her room. 
   Savannah looked intently at the computer screen as she pulled up WordDocument. Her and Justin were doing a journalism report on Gay Rights. It was all thanks to Carter and Andy. If they hadn't made those cracks about girls being allowed to kiss but not guys, then she would have never done it. Justin was appalled as well. He had asked Mr. Simpson if they could team up for their assignment. Mr. Simpson agreed and allowed them to get started on their work.
  Savannah started typing rapidly.
There has been a lot of misconceptions and stereotypes against gay people. There has also been a lot of double standards as well....
Judy looked at the screen. "That's good. Everyone will be reading this."
"Yeah, that ought to wake people up about gay people." added Justin.
"I just hate that people think it's hot for girls to kiss, but not guys." complained Savannah. "It's so wrong. Girls who kiss give bisexuals females and lesbians a bad name. They have no idea how it affects the real ones who actually kiss girls. Also people need to stop judging people because of their sexuality. That Max Quintanilla guy got made fun of today in gym by this guy named Scott Reynolds because he told him he was gay!"
  "Right on, sister." joked Judy, taking a sip from her limeade.
Savannah's mom came in with a phone in her hand. "Your dad wants to speak to you."
Savannah sighed. Her dad, Eddie, didn't often want to see her. He was often either partying or hanging out with friends. Also he was annoying. He never let anyone get a word in. He always had to be right. Sighing, she took the phone from her hands.
"Hello, dad?"
"Hey, Princess Savannah!" his voice boomed into the phone. "I have great news! I want you to come over this weekend to come and visit me!"
"Really?" Savannah asked. "Because I have plants that weekend?"
"You'll see your friends anytime." Eddie said. "How often do you get to see me?"
That was true. Savannah hardly saw her father anymore. It was usually a couple of times a month. 
  Just then, another voice picked up on the end. "Hey, what's up, Savannah? This is your girl Tricia. You remember, I used to do your hair all the time since you were six. You stopped coming over to me in the eighth grade. We should do some shopping this weekend. How 'bout it?"
Savannah beamed. She hadn't talked to Tricia since the eighth grade. She wondered how she was doing. Tricia was fun to be around with. She always did her hair into a really cute hairstyle and she sometimes let her stay over at her house.
"Oh, hi!" Savannah exclaimed. "I miss you!"
"I miss you, too, baby." Tricia said. "Me and your daddy can't wait to see you."
Tricia was her dad's friend. They used to date along time ago in the late nineties. When Savannah hung up, she did a cheer. Maybe seeing her dad wouldn't be so bad. At least she got to see Tricia and her grandparents.
  "That's your dad?" asked Justin.
"Yep." she said, flopping onto her bed. "And his friend Tricia. You should meet her. She is so fun."
She remembered when Tricia took her to the Mall Of America and bought her over a hundred outfits and items. She brought her a snow-cone and let her ride on every ride in the mall. She was looking forward to going back to Graysville. The only problem was that she didn't want to see any of her old classmates there. They had given her such a hard time. She almost hated going back their. There weren't any good movies regarding to school since elementary school.
   Justin played with the Christmas lights on her wall. "It pisses me off how people aren't fair to gays. They're humans, too."
"Well, Andy and Carter aren't homophobes, they're just horny adolescent boys who think it's hot to see girls kiss."
"Well, I have to admit, I like seeing girls kiss, too, but I'm cool with guys getting together."
"People just need to give gays a change." Judy put in. "It's not like they're inhuman. The only gay I don't like is Rosie O'Donnell."
Savannah laughed. "This article is going to be a sure hit. People will realize how terrible it is to judge."
 She hoped the article would be exactly what she said. She wanted people to notice her. People already thought of her as popular, but she wanted them to see that she had passion for rights.


Notify me when...

"This extract remains the exclusive property of the author who retains all copyright and other intellectual property rights in the work. It may not be stored, displayed, published, reproduced or used by any person or entity for any purpose without the author's express permission and authority."

Please rate and comment on this work
The writer appreciates your feedback.

Book overall rating (No. of ratings: 
Would you consider buying this book?
Yes | No
Your rating:
Post a comment Share with a friend
Your first name:
Your email:
Recipient's first name:
Recipient's email:

Worthy of Publishing is against spam. All information submitted here will remain secure, and will not be sold to spammers.

No advertising or promotional content permitted.