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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 crowds 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
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