THE way i saw it when i was in high school,even though there were still millions of different life forms left on the planet,there were basically only two kinds of girls: Those girls and everyone else.Those girls had hair and teeth and breast like the rest of us, but on them they weren't just body parts that you need to keep your head warm and chew your food and feed babies.On those girls,hairs,teeth and breasts were these incredible,super luxurious accessories that were designed to make men fall i n love with there owners at first sight and run after them with bunches of Flowers.
Savanna Zindle was one of those girls. When she walked down the street,heads spun and horns beeped.When savanna smiled,hearts melted like the polar ice caps.If hanging from a roof wearing flippers and a neon pink wig would have guaranteed a date with Savannah Zindle, crow's point would have been the Boys- in - slippers - and - pink -wigs - dangling- from- rooftops capital of the world. I' d never had a friend like Savannah before. My friends were always girls like me. Foot soldiers in the army of The rest of us Regular. Ordinary. Plain.Quiet bordering on dull. Invisible to guys in unless they wanted to copy your homework or you' d just knocked them into a river. There was nothing ordinary or plain about savanna.She was practically a natural phenomenon. You know, like sunrise over the Rockies or the Aurora Borealis. If i was a natural phenomenon, it was drizzle.I was the fullest thing about her.Being friends with savanna made me seem a lot more interesting than i was. Savanna zindle was the best friend I' d ever had. Which made her my best friend.which made her way more than just a best friend.She was the sister I 'd always wanted.
