Sadvannah: A Ship

Chapter Three

Savannah's POV

"Anna needs a tutor, huh?"

"Yeah, she does." The principal looked at me strangely. "You interested?"

Not a f*cking chance!

"Yeah," I answered leisurely, leaning back on the wall with my elbows and picking at my nails nonchalantly.

Why the hell did I say that?!?!

"Good." The principal sounded very relieved. "You start tomorrow, her house or the commons, after school, at three p.m." With that said, the principal dashed into his car and sped away.

I finally regained my voice. "What the hell?! No! I won't tutor her!" I screamed into the empty parking lot, looking like a lunatic.

I regained my posture and ran down the sidewalk, wanting to escape to my house. Maybe I'd sit on my bed and do my homework right away instead of procrastinating, like usual.

I was soon at my house, and collapsed against the door. Today has been such a stressful day that I wanted to puke.

I pulled myself to the computer. I had always loved to game, but I wasn't a 'gamer girl'. In all honesty, I thought that was a stupid term. Just because I liked gaming doesn't mean that was the only thing I liked to do.

I liked to read, draw, game, and more. I would write occasionally, too.  So if anything, I should be a 'multiple interest girl'. That was actually where my username came from: MigGotGame. Nobody ever understood it, which frustrated me beyond belief.

I logged on to a capture the flag game with guns and so much gore a lot of people my age would probably be seriously sick.

It was called "CaptureDatFlag" and was an online game site, still slightly undiscovered. Which was why it was surprising when a game was open.

I clicked in immediately, joining the game. My character was a badass chick that looked a lot like me- except she had long black locks of hair. Ew. Other than that, she had a camouflage-colored tank top with a sling of bullets slung over her shoulder. She had Capri pants that matched her tank top and long black boots. I liked her, and she had the coolest rifle ever.

My character was perfect aside from her long hair. I was just waiting till I leveled up enough to change her hairstyle.

I moved my character, shooting the enemy, but I paused when I was messaged by a teammate.

AfroAdam: I need people to flank me as I go straight for the flag. Come on!

His (or her) character charged across the field. The entire team charged after to help, so I followed. But only to steal the flag for myself. The player who snagged the flag got one hundred points while their team got fifty. That was just the amount of points I needed to be able to change this awful hairstyle.

'Afro Adam' let the others take bullets for him. Every time someone died, he would say:

AfroAdam: So and so has made the ultimate sacrifice for the team. We will continue in your honor!

I rolled my eyes. We inched ever so close to the flag, but more and more characters died, their bodies spasming on the ground before they respawned back at the base. Finally, Afro Adam went down like a lightbulb flickering before the room turned black.

I grinned. The flag was right in front of me. I ran forward. My hand grasped it. I was about to pull it out of its hole and make the mad dash to the base when-

LisaRocks1222: @MigGotGame I would advise you to step away.

My character spun around. 'Lisa Rocks 1222' had a gun pointed at my head.

AfroAdam: @MigGotGame Do it for the team! Grab that flag!

I lowered my weapon. Lisa Rocks 1222 seemed satisfied as she readied to shoot, but I spin kicked her in the face. She fell backwards, her baby blue eyes widening and blonde curls bouncing. Her nose spewed blood.

I grabbed the flag and spammed the 'forward' button, racing across the field towards the base. My rifle was in my hand, shooting at enemies as they tried to stop me from escaping.

I finally reached the base, ready to place the flag on the cold, hard dirt.

AfroAdam: @MigGotGame give me the flag. It doesn't belong to this side.

MigGotGame: @AfroAdam you traitor!

AfroAdam: @MigGotGame I said give me the flag.

With my back still turned to him, I screamed "FOR THE TEAM!" in real life and in the chat. Although it was mostly for the points.

MigGotGame: FORBTHE TEAM!

MigGotGame: *FOR THE TEAM!

I shoved the flag into the ground, effectively ending the game. I gleefully accepted the points and immediately changed the hair style to a short, pixie-cut black one.

With that done, I smiled and closed the laptop, aiming to get my homework done. The clock in my room read 4:57.

Wow, that game took FOREVER.

Blah blah blah blah ringtone- my phone rang.

I picked up the phone while simultaneously grabbing my backpack and starting my math homework.

"Hey Savannah!" A familiar voice chirped on the other side of the phone.

"Ah!" I shrieked, drop kicking the phone across the room before running to pick it back up.

"What the f*ck? Anna? How did you get this number?!" I exclaimed.

"That's not important right now. I heard you agreed to tutor me!"

"No! Well, not on purpose!" I snapped.

"That doesn't make much sense, Savannah-Nana."

I sighed. "Listen, I don't want to tutor you, okay?"

"That sucks for you, 'cause the principal already made it official. There's no way to back out now. It's signed on parchment and my parents already talked to yours. It's set."

"What?!? No! Unset it!" I exclaimed, clutching the phone in horror and wishing it not to be true.

"Sorry not sorry, can't be done."

"Damn you," I muttered.

"See you tomorrow at three!"

I just terminated the call in reply.

Tomorrow was going to be so. F*cking. Great.

Hey so an on-time update! *gasp* Sorry, I sorta got writer's block so this is mostly a filler chapter. Hope you enjoyed!

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