• Part One

    "Savannah! How many times do I have to tell you to not pass notes?" Mrs. Quillan bellowed when she noticed that Savannah Holmes was passing a thin, pink post-it note over to her friend Jasmine at the back of the large classroom.

    Savannah jumped in her seat. She didn't notice her old, wrinkly science teacher had seen her. I thought she was blind as a bat, after having her prescription renewal on her glasses denied, Savannah giggled at her little joke.

    "I won't take this any longer!" the pale little woman shuffled to the back of the room. "Give me that!" Mrs. Quillan took the note and scurried to the front of the class once again.

    "No!" Savannah cried out. Her face flushed; she remembered what she had wrote on that note. Two words: So embarrassing!

    "I will read this to the class, Savannah. Maybe you will learn your lesson," the ruthless old lady began reading the note, "All right, 'Jazz! Oh my God, I think I like that one guy in Foreign Cultures, Derrick. He's so gorgeous, and everyone loves him. Now I know why! He's the best. He's funny, cool, and sweet! I may not be popular now, but I will be if he asks me to the Spring Dance!' Learn your lesson now?"

    Savannah squirmed around in her seat. Her face had become even more red. Suddenly, the whole class burst into endless laughter. Even Jasmine giggled at her. She felt tears burn in the edges of her eyes. She got up out of her seat and dashed out the door and into the hallway.

    "Savannah!" Mrs. Quillan called out the door, "Get back in here now!"

    Savannah ran and ran down the seemingly infinite hall. She looked back to see if her terrible teacher had still been at her door. She wasn't. She didn't look in front of her quick enough to see that she knocked down someone.

    "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry. Here let me..." Savannah got up off of the boy she crashed into. He was new, that much she could tell. His emerald eyes widened in surprise, looking at her in a strange way.

    "It's alright." the boy tossed his blond hair out of his face. He reached his hand out so she could grasp it to help him up.

    She grabbed his soft hand and pulled him off the ground. When he was standing, he was still holding her hand. Savannah's eyes were still wet, and he noticed.

    "Are you okay?" he asked her politely. He was so close to her, he was basically leaning against her.

    Savannah felt her heart start to rapidly beat, "I am now." She gently wiped her eyes.

    "Um, well, yeah, I have to go to Mrs. Quillan's science and chemistry class now..." the boy laughed. "See you a-"

    "I'm in that class!" Savannah interrupted him abruptly. "Mrs. Quillan is such an evil lady, though. She won't get off my back!"

    Savannah continued to rant about Mrs. Quillan to the new boy and his eyes crinkled in the sides as she made hilarious remarks. "...I mean seriously! Get a new wardrobe! We aren't in the 19th century, lady..."

    The new boy's eyes went from sparkling to widened in fear. Savannah continued making fun of her teacher. She then noticed his eyes.

    "What's wrong?" Savannah tilted her head slightly at his fearful grimace.

    "Behind....you...." the new boy pointed. Savannah turned her head to see Mrs. Quillan burning holes in her brain with her eyes.

    "SAVANNAH HOLMES TO THE OFFICE NOW! AS WITH YOU, GERARD!" Mrs. Quillan was never so mad...