Till Death Do Us Part

Savannah's POV:

     Today was my first day. Another new school, new students, new teachers. This was my life. My father, working in the military, had us move almost every year. I didn't mind it at first, but after going to at least thirty states, you get tired of it. I put on my favorite shirt, a white lace top, some skinny jeans, and black Vans and raced downstairs. "Hey mom," I greeted.

     "Hey sweetie," she smiled, handing me a banana. "You'd better get going, or you're going to be late."

     I sighed and pulled my backpack over my shoulders. "Bye!" I shouted as I walked out the door.

     As I drove, I thought about what school would be like. Would they like me? Would they think I was a freak? And what about friends? Boyfriends? Every school, every town was different. People from different places were different. Some places I was an outcast, forced to be alone. But some places I was the popular one, the role model. I hoped things would go my way here.

     I pulled into the parking lot and got out. I made my way though a crowd of students to get to the office. "Hello," I said as I entered.

     "Hello," the receptionist answered politely. "Can I help you?"

     "Yes," I replied. "I need my schedule. I'm Savannah Stewart."

     The woman typed a few letters on her computer. "Ah, yes. Here you are. Here," she said, handing me a piece of paper with my schedule on it. "You have first period in the building right next door. Good luck!"

     "Thanks," I muttered, looking at my schedule. First period: Algebra. Yay.