4 June 2010, 4:19 pm
Evel Knievel By: Savannah S. Ripley M. Livingston Period 3 February, 10, 2009 Robert Craig "Evel" Knievel, Jr. was born October 17, 1938, in Butte, Montana. That was all Savannah had on her WordDocument for her essay. For the past three hours she had been researching information on Evel Knievel in order to pass her English paper that was worth ninety percent of her grade. She was usually a terrific writer, but having the pressure of risking a big chunk of her grade put her on writer's block. Groaning, she put her computer on sleep mode and reluctantly got out of her desk chair. Maybe a little talk with her friend Tamara could put her in a better work mood. Tamara was always there for her with homework and peer pressure. Savannah sometimes thought of Tamara as an adult more than a peer. She was often sage and informative with the problems Savannah went through. Even though she wasn't the most mature person Savannah knew, she was better than nothing. She picked up her iPhone and pressed Tamara's picture on her screen. A few rings later, Tamara's perky voice greeted Savannah. "Hi, Vanny!" she piped on the other end. "What's up?" "Nothing," moaned Savannah. "And I literally mean nothing. I can't figure out what to do for Livingston's homework assignment." "I thought you were Shakespeare?" joked Tamara. Voices could be heard in the background and Savannah wondered if Tamara was having a party of some sort. "Don't remind me," Savannah said tonelessly. "I've been working on this project for three hours and all I got is 'Evel Knievel was born in Montana.'" Tamara guffawed. "Have you even bothered to look up on the guy?" "Yeah, but I don't know how to paraphrase," explained Savannah. "I don't wanna get hauled off to jail for plagiarism." "Please," scoffed Tamara. "That's only when you're in college. All you have to do is pretend like you' writing one of your novels or songs." That wasn't a bad idea. Savannah was already working on her second novel. If she could put in that much work for her manuscripts then she could devote her time to her homework. She stared at her blank computer screen. It was waiting for her to continue with her progress. "Thanks, Tammy," she said sweetly, "I never thought of it that way." "And I am surprised," said Tamara. "You're like a literary genius. Don't you have like fifty-thousand novels stored in your computer?" Savannah giggled. She almost forgot about all of her problems. She most definitely forgot about her incident at Courtney's party. She even didn't feel as sad when she thought about Palma. And Carter wasn't resurfacing in her head. Right now she was having the time of her life with Palma. And that was what it should have been. A time where she could just let go of her harboring feelings. Her mother walked into her room with a smile on her face. "Time for dinner, baby. I made your favorite; salmon croquettes and fries." "Okay, thanks, mom," Savannah responded. "I'll talk to you later, Tamara." "Bye!" Tamara said happily, clicking off afterward. Down in the kitchen her family sat at the table going over their day. Savannah was in a good mood so she was the center of the conversation. "I had a good day," said Savannah, taking a bite out of her croquette. "I already got started on my essay for English and right now I'm in a good mood." "That's good to hear," Marjorie said. "We were worried about you on Sunday. Has the counselor talked to you?" "No," Savannah said. "Carmen---I mean Mrs. Martinez will talk to me tomorrow." Carmen was the freshman counselor on Wing 2. Savannah liked her because she could often relate to her and the woman didn't make her feel awkward. She was actually looked forward to talk to her. "Oh, Elisha called," reminded Davey, taking a swig from his yellow Gatorade bottle. "She told me to tell you to call her back." "Alrighty," laughed Savannah, feeling like she was floating on a cloud. She didn't have anything to worry about. Everyone was on her side. "What's for lunch today?" asked Vinnie, stopping to tie her laces. "Taco salad and refried beans," answered Justin. "My favorite meal." "Hey, me too!" cheered Savannah, but nearly tripped on pencil lying in the middle of the floor. Judy had to hold her in order to keep her from falling. Justin and Vinnie just laughed at her blunder. Savannah couldn't help it. She was clumsy. A... Read More »
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