Welcome to the States, Good Girl (J and S sequel to Bad Boy's Broken Cinderella)

When He Had Her in Front of Him, Nothing Interested Him That Happened Behind

When He Had Her in Front of Him, Nothing Interested Him That Happened Behind

Savannah's P.O.V.

"What are you going to wear?" Sunday asked lacing up her right shoe. "Oh...um...I don't know?" I replied, my answer sounding more like a question.

"Do you know what movie you're going to?" Summer asked, popping her head through the collar of her white gym shirt. Sliding a headband on, I shook head saying, "Nope."

"Hey Savannah. Have you ever even been on a date?" June asked.

All four of us fell silent as my face turned red. Forgoing a reply, I turned to my locker to grab deodorant. Squeals that could only come from excited teenage girls, or dying pigs, erupted behind me and I was quickly whipped back around before I was allowed to find the antiperspirant. 

"We're helping you get ready after school!" Summer shrieked. "You are going to look so pretty," Sunday cried, clapping her hands happily and bouncing around like kids do when they're excited. "No refusing," June demanded pointing her finger at me seriously. Blushing even deeper I stuttered out, "I wouldn't dream to." The squawking commenced.

Two hours later the girls were tramping up the leaf covered sidewalk toward my house. I flinched at how shabby it looked from the outside, but none of the girls seemed to notice. They were all laughing and giggling on about how they were going to dress me up and how pretty I would be, leaving me sighing gratefully.

I let them into my house and the girls all looked around, oooing and aaaahing at the interior. In the few weeks leading up to that day, I had thrown myself full-heartedly into fixing up the inside of my home. I had sanded and completely redone all the wooden floors on my main floor. I had to rip out quite a bit of it, and order in new wood, but it glowed and shone beautifully thanks to the new light bulbs I had installed in place of the old, dusty ones. I hadn't gotten much painting done, but the kitchen was still its pretty red color. I had imitated green olive branches in each corner by the ceiling, and the entryway had been painted a warm, chocolate brown color.

"I have snacks in the kitchen ladies," I said, kicking off my light blue flats. I led them into the kitchen and pulled out some pre-made pie crust cookies and a bowl of sliced fruit. 

"Where are your parents?" June asked, popping a piece of pineapple into her mouth. "Oh, I live here on my own," I said dismissively. It didn't matter much to me that I almost never saw my parents. My mom hadn't taken care of me since I had to breastfeed. I had no recollection of her ever being a major part of my life. Kaylee was always my main caretaker before I was sent off to England. I only saw my parents on average about once a year.

As sad as it may seem to some people, I honestly had no emotional attachment to my birth givers. They didn't have any for me either. They supported me, and I was someone they hoped to hand off their inheritance to someday. A way to live on after their bodies had died. Carter hadn't made contact with them since he left at 18, and my parents were disappointed in Kaylee's choice to marry Shaun, so I was all they had left to invest in.

Maybe there should have been a void still, a missing piece which every child's' parents are meant to fill, and when I was younger there was. Especially when I was off at boarding school. When I first left home I would often cry myself to sleep reading stories with happy endings where the family would embrace and everything would be alright. I particularly disliked Lilo and Stitch (despite the fact that it's an adorable movie). The word ohana never made sense to me. I was left behind. I had always been forgotten.

At such a young age, I was too naive to understand the cruelness of the world, as it should be for all children. I couldn't comprehend the coldness of the womb I spent my first nine months living in. I didn't understand how money could seep into your skin like a disease and eat away at your heart and soul until it's all one can see. How it could rip a mother's eyes from her gorgeous, innocent, little baby. In the end, I was hurt and shattered because I could not understand why they would choose something dead over their own living, breathing daughter.