Savannah Smith

Abigail · 26-03-2008

Prologue

I saw her today. Walking down the hallway. Her perfect long, slender legs moving perfectly as she walked. Her short pink skirt hung around her waist, and her belly-button ring was visible below her white halter top. Aaliyah, or Ally as most call her. She was my friend until - until it all happened. It was cruel what she did to me, I kept all her secrets, and she still ruined my life. I was once again cast in the shadows of the Barb's. Some would call them Plastics, the Prep's, Cheerleaders, the school Queen Bees. I was one of them, until it happened. It wouldn't be so bad either, if I never tried out exactly 23 days ago, for the cheer squad.

Abigail · 26-03-2008

Chapter 1

They were holding tryouts. Janelle told me to try out. I really didn't want to, but Janelle was, so I had to. We were best friends, we did everything together, we might has well been sisters, as we were always together. That night I prepared myself for the day ahead of me. I stretched, perfected my cartwheels and studied myself in the mirror as cheers escaped my mouth.

"Savannah Honey," my mom called from the kitchen, "dinner."

"Coming!" I yelled back to her in an annoyed voice, I didn't want to eat, I wanted to practice my cheers for tryouts tomorrow.

I walked downstairs and grabbed my slices of pizza off the counter and shoved them down my throat.

"Your going to choke yourself." My mother said to me.

Like I cared, I just wanted to hurry up. I swallowed the last mouthful and ran back up to my room. I needed something to wear. I looked in my closet, to see it filled with nothing but blue jeans and sweaters. I was a plain-Jane in a sense. I looked the same all the time, my black, horn rimmed glasses always sat crooked on my face, and my mousey brown hair was always just as frizzy. It always went right to my shoulders, my freckles were always in the same place, and my green eyes always looked tired. I have always been told that I was too old for my age, maybe too old for my own good.

I was a geek. I hung out in the science lab at lunch, a place where most tenth grader's wouldn't be caught dead, but I was there, I was always there. I mixed chemicals to come up with interesting formulas, and documented them all. The librarians knew me by name, and always had a book saved for me, one that they thought I would like, and I always did. I had coffee with the science club professors after school, and discussed homework, new things I came up with, theories. Well, theories in a sense, mostly what I thought of something, or wondering if it would work, or be useful. I didn't believe in theories.

I was an atheist because of it. If God created the earth, and all the human beings on it, why was there no scientifical proof of his existence? I can answer that simply, because he wasn't real. I needed proof for everything, some hard evidence, that I could look at under a microscope, study. I was good at studying things, even people. Without knowing gossip, I could tell is something bad happened to someone, or if they recently got a new boyfriend, I could even tell physical things, and could give a person their weight within 5 pounds. I didn't own a scale, didn't need one. I was exactly 106 pounds, 5’6” a size four, and I have been for the last two years.

I pushed aside my green wool sweater and a pair of jeans. Then it caught my eye. I forgot I even had it. I pulled it out and slipped it off the hanger. I got it from my older sister before she moved to Europe. It was a short white skort, with a ruffle around the bottom and sequins lining the waist. A mini-skirt that I thought I would never have a use for, hence why it was hidden at the very back of my closet. I unbuttoned my jeans and slipped them off, and pulled the skirt up. It covered my bottom, but barely.

"I know..." I said to myself and walked over to the dresser. I opened the bottom drawer and pushed clothes aside and found it. Now, it wasn't much, it was a pink wife-beater with the same type of sequins on the straps. I took my sweater off and pulled that on too and looked in the mirror.

"I look like a Barb," I thought. Normally, this would disgust me, but it's exactly what I wanted, if I wanted to get on the squad I needed to be like them. Once I did my hair it would be perfect. Maybe I would even wear contacts, then I should have a very good chance of getting on the squad, but did I want to?

Abigail · 26-03-2008

Chapter 2

"Come On! You can do it!" Janelle said to me as we walked do the gym, well, as she shoved me to the gym. There was less than 10 minutes to tryouts, and I was feeling more nervous as time ticked.

"I can't do it, I'm not a Barb, do I look like one to you?" I asked her, disgruntled.

"Yeah, actually you do; You did a pretty good job at prepping up, I didn't even know you OWNED clothes like that."

"Well you did a good job too!" I replied looking at her.

She had on an orange skort with a silver butterfly belt, along with a yellow and orange striped tank, completed with yellow knee highs and cute white sneakers. One thing was for sure, it wouldn't be hard to find her, even if you were miles away.

"I thought it was a little bright," she said.

"Not at all."

"Okay.... did you practice?" Janelle asked as we reached the gym doors.

"Yeah, and I'm as ready as I'll ever be, which isn't saying much." My stomach hurts, I wanted to hurl.

We opened the door and saw a pair of girls already on the floor, so we found a seat in the bleachers quietly, tryouts must have started early.

"....Gooo Lizards! WHOO!" They ended as everyone applauded.

"Savannah and Janelle," Kendra, the head cheerleader called.

"Here goes nothing..." I sighed.

My stomach dropped to my knees once we were out on the floor, the Barbs were staring at us, along with all the other girls trying out. The music started. I kicked my feet to the beat and waved my arms in the air.

"We're cute -- (Our arms waved left) -- In -- (We thrusted our bodies forward) -- Striped Lime -- (We threw our arms right) -- We win -- All the time." We chanted the rest of the cheer while doing our routine. As we were almost finished we did our third set of cartwheel's and Janelle fell, she got back up physically fine, but I could see her spirits were shattered. I continued to go as her faced turned red and tears began to stream from her eyes as the onlookers smirked and giggled. She collected herself and managed to finish with me. "That's why they call us theeeeeee LIZARDS!"

There was an applause that followed our routine, and if it wasn't my imagination it was louder than the last one.

"Thank you girls, you can go, just leave the pom-pom's where you found them," Kendra said to us as she scribbled something down in the note book that was in front of her.

"I did horrible," Janelle sobbed to me.

"You did fine, one fall isn't going to change anything. Besides, you said you didn't want to make it anyways, we were just trying out for laughs remember?" I asked her.

"Yeah, yeah I guess your right. But part of me wanted to make the squad, y'know?"

"No... I don't. I would never, and I mean NEVER want to be a Barb." I said, but I don't think I believed it. Just last night I spent hours trying to find the right outfit. If I didn't want to be a Cheerleader, then why did I try so hard. Maybe I DID want to be popular, even if it was just for a little while. But it was just a thought, I didn't REALLY want it, I was just thinking about it. I pushed the idea out of my head and continued to talk. "They're sick, they make fun of us just because we don't throw our arms around, or kick our legs up high just for the boys? I don't care. Besides, this skort is SOO uncomfortable!"

She giggled at that, "Yeah... mine is kinda starting to itch."

"I'm going to catch up with you later okay?" She said to me.

"Yeah, sure.. Okay, bye." I replied. I walked to my locker to grab some books, I figured I would head to the library to do a little extra studying before biology, I wanted to be prepared just in case there was a pop quiz. I heard a few boys whisper and stare as I walked past them.

"Lookin' fine Savannah," One of them said.

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind if you traded in them jeans and kept that mini, I like lookin' at yo' nice tight round ass," the other said.

"Oh grow up!" I snarled at them. Boys can be so immature sometimes.

"Hey Savannah," I heard another person call after me.

I turned around annoyed, "What?" I said.

"We really liked your routine, I know I shouldn't say this, but your definitely on the squad." It was Ally who said this.

"Oh? What.. what about Janelle, she usually doesn't fall or anything," I said to her.

"I can't say anything, I already told you that, just wanted to let you know your in." She said to me as she turned around, her long blonde hair whipping around. "Oh, by the way, you look hot today, you should dress like that more often," She turned around once again, her hair bouncing perfectly off her back as she strutted down the hallway.

"Yes!" I squealed to myself, careful not to be too loud, or look too excited.

legobaby · 26-03-2008

That was very good keep it up

Abigail · 26-03-2008

Thanks, legobaby!

Rance · 26-03-2008

Mandi,

You've really developed a style that's all your own. You've got such a to-the-point and matter-of-fact style of writing that really lets your characters shine.

I'm curous to know what's going to happen in Savannah's future! You've set up what appears to be a normal-girl-struggling-to-be-the-way-girls-ought-to story, and by your introduction, you've already let us know that this certainly isn't going to be the crux of it, so you've got me certainly curious as to what's going to happen!

Your dialogue is always so easy and free-flowing to read; I can, without a doubt, hear the conversations in my head, and it's dialogue like yours that I envy, because it seems so natural and simple. I appreciate that as a reader. It makes the characters more vivid!

I'm excited to see where this goes, and as usual, there's very little that I have to say! Keep it up and keep writing, though I know I don't need to say that to know you'll do it!

**diaperedteenager** · 26-03-2008

Interesting, i want to see where this goes!!!

genbaby · 26-03-2008

Nice try to watch out for spelling mistakes.

Abigail · 26-03-2008

Thank-you everyone, for your kind comments.

Rance, I never knew my dialog was good, lol. I actually tend to watch dialog in books quite a bit, and there are many times it seems unnatural, and it annoys the crap out of me, lol!

Genbaby, I thought I caught all the spelling mistakes, do you care to point them out?

genbaby · 26-03-2008

i wasn't looking super careful so i only caught one i will go back though and look for more.

"skort" should be "skirt"
I'll look more later. Then show you some of them. It is no big deal though.

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Abigail Bride of Hypnotoad Historical Donor Staff Member Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Windsor, ON, CA Age: 18 Posts: 2,156 Threads: 90 Gallery Uploads: 37 Blog Entries: 11	Savannah Smith Prologue I saw her today. Walking down the hallway. Her perfect long, slender legs moving perfectly as she walked. Her short pink skirt hung around her waist, and her belly-button ring was visible below her white halter top. Aaliyah, or Ally as most call her. She was my friend until - until it all happened. It was cruel what she did to me, I kept all her secrets, and she still ruined my life. I was once again cast in the shadows of the Barb's. Some would call them Plastics, the Prep's, Cheerleaders, the school Queen Bees. I was one of them, until it happened. It wouldn't be so bad either, if I never tried out exactly 23 days ago, for the cheer squad.

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Abigail Bride of Hypnotoad Historical Donor Staff Member Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Windsor, ON, CA Age: 18 Posts: 2,156 Threads: 90 Gallery Uploads: 37 Blog Entries: 11	Chapter 1 They were holding tryouts. Janelle told me to try out. I really didn't want to, but Janelle was, so I had to. We were best friends, we did everything together, we might has well been sisters, as we were always together. That night I prepared myself for the day ahead of me. I stretched, perfected my cartwheels and studied myself in the mirror as cheers escaped my mouth. "Savannah Honey," my mom called from the kitchen, "dinner." "Coming!" I yelled back to her in an annoyed voice, I didn't want to eat, I wanted to practice my cheers for tryouts tomorrow. I walked downstairs and grabbed my slices of pizza off the counter and shoved them down my throat. "Your going to choke yourself." My mother said to me. Like I cared, I just wanted to hurry up. I swallowed the last mouthful and ran back up to my room. I needed something to wear. I looked in my closet, to see it filled with nothing but blue jeans and sweaters. I was a plain-Jane in a sense. I looked the same all the time, my black, horn rimmed glasses always sat crooked on my face, and my mousey brown hair was always just as frizzy. It always went right to my shoulders, my freckles were always in the same place, and my green eyes always looked tired. I have always been told that I was too old for my age, maybe too old for my own good. I was a geek. I hung out in the science lab at lunch, a place where most tenth grader's wouldn't be caught dead, but I was there, I was always there. I mixed chemicals to come up with interesting formulas, and documented them all. The librarians knew me by name, and always had a book saved for me, one that they thought I would like, and I always did. I had coffee with the science club professors after school, and discussed homework, new things I came up with, theories. Well, theories in a sense, mostly what I thought of something, or wondering if it would work, or be useful. I didn't believe in theories. I was an atheist because of it. If God created the earth, and all the human beings on it, why was there no scientifical proof of his existence? I can answer that simply, because he wasn't real. I needed proof for everything, some hard evidence, that I could look at under a microscope, study. I was good at studying things, even people. Without knowing gossip, I could tell is something bad happened to someone, or if they recently got a new boyfriend, I could even tell physical things, and could give a person their weight within 5 pounds. I didn't own a scale, didn't need one. I was exactly 106 pounds, 5’6” a size four, and I have been for the last two years. I pushed aside my green wool sweater and a pair of jeans. Then it caught my eye. I forgot I even had it. I pulled it out and slipped it off the hanger. I got it from my older sister before she moved to Europe. It was a short white skort, with a ruffle around the bottom and sequins lining the waist. A mini-skirt that I thought I would never have a use for, hence why it was hidden at the very back of my closet. I unbuttoned my jeans and slipped them off, and pulled the skirt up. It covered my bottom, but barely. "I know..." I said to myself and walked over to the dresser. I opened the bottom drawer and pushed clothes aside and found it. Now, it wasn't much, it was a pink wife-beater with the same type of sequins on the straps. I took my sweater off and pulled that on too and looked in the mirror. "I look like a Barb," I thought. Normally, this would disgust me, but it's exactly what I wanted, if I wanted to get on the squad I needed to be like them. Once I did my hair it would be perfect. Maybe I would even wear contacts, then I should have a very good chance of getting on the squad, but did I want to?

26-03-2008	#3 (permalink)
Abigail Bride of Hypnotoad Historical Donor Staff Member Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Windsor, ON, CA Age: 18 Posts: 2,156 Threads: 90 Gallery Uploads: 37 Blog Entries: 11	Chapter 2 "Come On! You can do it!" Janelle said to me as we walked do the gym, well, as she shoved me to the gym. There was less than 10 minutes to tryouts, and I was feeling more nervous as time ticked. "I can't do it, I'm not a Barb, do I look like one to you?" I asked her, disgruntled. "Yeah, actually you do; You did a pretty good job at prepping up, I didn't even know you OWNED clothes like that." "Well you did a good job too!" I replied looking at her. She had on an orange skort with a silver butterfly belt, along with a yellow and orange striped tank, completed with yellow knee highs and cute white sneakers. One thing was for sure, it wouldn't be hard to find her, even if you were miles away. "I thought it was a little bright," she said. "Not at all." "Okay.... did you practice?" Janelle asked as we reached the gym doors. "Yeah, and I'm as ready as I'll ever be, which isn't saying much." My stomach hurts, I wanted to hurl. We opened the door and saw a pair of girls already on the floor, so we found a seat in the bleachers quietly, tryouts must have started early. "....Gooo Lizards! WHOO!" They ended as everyone applauded. "Savannah and Janelle," Kendra, the head cheerleader called. "Here goes nothing..." I sighed. My stomach dropped to my knees once we were out on the floor, the Barbs were staring at us, along with all the other girls trying out. The music started. I kicked my feet to the beat and waved my arms in the air. "We're cute -- (Our arms waved left) -- In -- (We thrusted our bodies forward) -- Striped Lime -- (We threw our arms right) -- We win -- All the time." We chanted the rest of the cheer while doing our routine. As we were almost finished we did our third set of cartwheel's and Janelle fell, she got back up physically fine, but I could see her spirits were shattered. I continued to go as her faced turned red and tears began to stream from her eyes as the onlookers smirked and giggled. She collected herself and managed to finish with me. "That's why they call us theeeeeee LIZARDS!" There was an applause that followed our routine, and if it wasn't my imagination it was louder than the last one. "Thank you girls, you can go, just leave the pom-pom's where you found them," Kendra said to us as she scribbled something down in the note book that was in front of her. "I did horrible," Janelle sobbed to me. "You did fine, one fall isn't going to change anything. Besides, you said you didn't want to make it anyways, we were just trying out for laughs remember?" I asked her. "Yeah, yeah I guess your right. But part of me wanted to make the squad, y'know?" "No... I don't. I would never, and I mean NEVER want to be a Barb." I said, but I don't think I believed it. Just last night I spent hours trying to find the right outfit. If I didn't want to be a Cheerleader, then why did I try so hard. Maybe I DID want to be popular, even if it was just for a little while. But it was just a thought, I didn't REALLY want it, I was just thinking about it. I pushed the idea out of my head and continued to talk. "They're sick, they make fun of us just because we don't throw our arms around, or kick our legs up high just for the boys? I don't care. Besides, this skort is SOO uncomfortable!" She giggled at that, "Yeah... mine is kinda starting to itch." "I'm going to catch up with you later okay?" She said to me. "Yeah, sure.. Okay, bye." I replied. I walked to my locker to grab some books, I figured I would head to the library to do a little extra studying before biology, I wanted to be prepared just in case there was a pop quiz. I heard a few boys whisper and stare as I walked past them. "Lookin' fine Savannah," One of them said. "Yeah, I wouldn't mind if you traded in them jeans and kept that mini, I like lookin' at yo' nice tight round ass," the other said. "Oh grow up!" I snarled at them. Boys can be so immature sometimes. "Hey Savannah," I heard another person call after me. I turned around annoyed, "What?" I said. "We really liked your routine, I know I shouldn't say this, but your definitely on the squad." It was Ally who said this. "Oh? What.. what about Janelle, she usually doesn't fall or anything," I said to her. "I can't say anything, I already told you that, just wanted to let you know your in." She said to me as she turned around, her long blonde hair whipping around. "Oh, by the way, you look hot today, you should dress like that more often," She turned around once again, her hair bouncing perfectly off her back as she strutted down the hallway. "Yes!" I squealed to myself, careful not to be too loud, or look too excited.

26-03-2008	#4 (permalink)
legobaby Regular Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: West Midlands Posts: 261 Threads: 17 Gallery Uploads: 26 Wiki Edits: 1 Reputation: 3	That was very good keep it up

26-03-2008	#5 (permalink)
Abigail Bride of Hypnotoad Historical Donor Staff Member Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Windsor, ON, CA Age: 18 Posts: 2,156 Threads: 90 Gallery Uploads: 37 Blog Entries: 11	Thanks, legobaby!

26-03-2008	#6 (permalink)
Rance VIP Historical Donor Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Maryland, USA Age: 25 Posts: 691 Threads: 20 Blog Entries: 8	Mandi, You've really developed a style that's all your own. You've got such a to-the-point and matter-of-fact style of writing that really lets your characters shine. I'm curous to know what's going to happen in Savannah's future! You've set up what appears to be a normal-girl-struggling-to-be-the-way-girls-ought-to story, and by your introduction, you've already let us know that this certainly isn't going to be the crux of it, so you've got me certainly curious as to what's going to happen! Your dialogue is always so easy and free-flowing to read; I can, without a doubt, hear the conversations in my head, and it's dialogue like yours that I envy, because it seems so natural and simple. I appreciate that as a reader. It makes the characters more vivid! I'm excited to see where this goes, and as usual, there's very little that I have to say! Keep it up and keep writing, though I know I don't need to say that to know you'll do it!

26-03-2008	#7 (permalink)
diaperedteenager Newbie Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: That Place, USA Posts: 136 Threads: 35 Blog Entries: 13 Reputation: -1	Interesting, i want to see where this goes!!!

26-03-2008	#8 (permalink)
genbaby Regular Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Maryland USA Age: 14 Posts: 1,304 Threads: 26 Wiki Edits: 5 Blog Entries: 6 Reputation: 6	Nice try to watch out for spelling mistakes.

26-03-2008	#9 (permalink)
Abigail Bride of Hypnotoad Historical Donor Staff Member Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Windsor, ON, CA Age: 18 Posts: 2,156 Threads: 90 Gallery Uploads: 37 Blog Entries: 11	Thank-you everyone, for your kind comments. Rance, I never knew my dialog was good, lol. I actually tend to watch dialog in books quite a bit, and there are many times it seems unnatural, and it annoys the crap out of me, lol! Genbaby, I thought I caught all the spelling mistakes, do you care to point them out?

26-03-2008	#10 (permalink)
genbaby Regular Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Maryland USA Age: 14 Posts: 1,304 Threads: 26 Wiki Edits: 5 Blog Entries: 6 Reputation: 6	i wasn't looking super careful so i only caught one i will go back though and look for more. "skort" should be "skirt" I'll look more later. Then show you some of them. It is no big deal though.