Savanah Garcia
She thought she was a Garcia
She was only just 9 years old when everyone forgot about her.
She's been bullied, gone through a heartache, been kidnaped, has a best friend dealing with cancer, her family has turn their backs on her, wh...
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| Savannah Rodriguez |
"Idiot, get your dumb ass up" were the usual words of my eldest brother, as I tried desperately to curl back up into the warmth of my bed, but it was no use. There was no chance that I was getting anymore sleep than I would on any other night. I hadn't had a good nights sleep since I was about 8 years old, and I was okay with that. I had to be okay with that.
Some nights were better than others, but that was just what happened when you were living with grief on the daily. Some things were just easier than others, and getting up in the mornings, knowing that someone was missing at the dinner table and a birthday, or birthdays should I say, were being missed.
"Hurry up Savanah or you'll be late" was the reminder that I knew no one else had cared nearly as much as I had. My younger siblings, I knew, would never understand, or at least the 6 year old twins wouldn't, and I wasn't about to ruin their lives for someone else's enjoyment. Someone had already done that to me, and I wasn't going to do that to a child, because I wasn't like them, and I never would be.
Finally rolling myself out of bed, I didn't dare look at myself in the mirror, as I just walked past, already knowing the ghost of a person that I used to be. I know people say that time heals people, but not this. This life, only just got worse when someone left the family. It was like that person you had grown up knowing for every day of your live, was just being erased.
Sliding on the skirt and stockings, before I was pulling my crisp white shirt over my head, with a jumper, tie and blazer, it had all become a second nature to me. It was almost like I was constantly on autopilot, and there was nothing that I could ever do to get me out of it. Nothing would be able to change the person that I was now showing to the world.
Tying my hair back, I hadn't changed it since I had learned how to do my hair. Taking a glance in the mirror, I took a deep breath, before I splashed a bit of water, before I turned my back on the mirror, just like everyone else had turned their back on me, on that very same day that they had lost someone.
Slipping my bag over my shoulder, I slipped my shoes on in a hurry, hearing my brother revving his car up, like he always did, before I was out the front door, not even bothering to say anything to anyone else. I slipped into the back of the truck, Benjamin already sitting in there on his phone, pretending like he wasn't chatting to all the girls in his grade and above.
As per usual, we were waiting for my older sister, Isabella, as normal. I was always rushed or dragged out of my bed some mornings, while my precious sister was never once damned to be rushed. She always looked perfect, nothing ever out of the ordinary for her, while she roamed the school halls like she owned them.
Right as I had gotten comfortable, my brother revved his car for a final time, before Isabella walked at the slowest pace possible, before she joined us with her presence. "Change your hair, Savannah, looks like you just rolled out of bed" of course she was ready to tell me what to do whenever she had woken up. It was like it was her every day motto, whenever she woke up and before she went to bed, to tell me what to do and how to look.
