~~*Authors Note: Most of this story will take place in the past. Starting in the summer of 2012.
Savannah wasn't the average girl you would see walking down the street in midday. Her looks were very appealing to the average eye. She had luscious brunette locks, which seemed to fall perfectly in small ringlets down her back. She didn't even have to do any styling to her hair but wake up from a long night of beauty rest. I guess that's why they call it beauty sleep. Many of the girls at her elite private school coveted her good looks and charm she had with the boys. No, she was no perfect Malibu Barbie but she did have a few trick up her sleeve. Between the endless shopping sprees, the best fashion sense, huge parties no one could miss and running for student body president, she was able to win over a mass majority of the student body. Of course there were those who swore her as their biggest enemy, but they couldn't help but respect her. Just because she was popular, rich and cunning, Savannah had an authentic side to her as well. So, who couldn't love Savannah? She was everything anyone wanted to be and more.
7 Months Ago (from the prologue)
Savannah sat in her room packing up the last of her clothing and personal belongings and putting them in her designer suitcase. Her journal was the last thing to go. She carried that thing everywhere. It was her own personal outlet. It allowed her to write whatever she was feeling at any time during the day. She turned to the newest entry, just hours ago and began reading through it.
August 13th, 2012
Today was moving day. The day I dreaded since I first found out. I couldn't believe I was leaving the best place in the world for a crummy redneck town. From Manhattan to Nashville, now you don't hear that one often. I could barely even say the name when I told my friends I was leaving. I think the worst part was that I knew for sure they wouldn't have Burberry, Louboutin, Gucci, Ralph Lauren, and even Dior. I was going to be reduced to jeans and cowboy boots, yuck! I would rather be caught dead than seen wearing old torn up clothes without a designer name. I hear Nashville is where all the aspiring country singers move to, in hopes of making it big. But, what I think of when I hear Nashville is, the country full of farms with animals. And what about the smell? Now that's something that doesn't sound delightful.
I couldn't believe my mom had talked me into this.
It had always been my mom and I ever since she was 16 and pregnant. I know, sounds boring, the typical sad story of another teenage pregnancy gone wrong. But, the difference she claims is that she's going to Nashville to find my father and get back together with him. Sure, I would love to meet my father who abandoned my mother when she was pregnant, not. He sounded more like a disappointment than a hero, as my mom made him out to be. Regardless, I can't just let my mom go by herself and get hurt. Indeed, I have anger built up against her for wanting to move, but she is all I have. I love her more than anything. I mean, she is my best friend. I guess that's sort of a cliché, but it's the truth.
I couldn't imagine why my father had picked Tennessee out of all places to move to. I mean Tennessee? What better place on earth is there for high class living and fabulous fashion, other than New York. Maybe Paris, yeah that would definitely be more suitable than Nashville. I hear its home to cowboy boots and country music, and did I mention the awful fashion sense. Maybe when I got there it would be different from the endless movies I've seen- I doubt it. All I knew was that this wasn't going to be a permanent situation, I hoped. We would be there to meet my father, have him fall back in love with my mother and then convince him to move back to Manhattan. Well that was my plan anyways. However, my mom wasn't too convinced. She would rather us try to fit in as a "real country family" and go about getting my father's attention that way. With her strategy we would need a miracle for my father to not recognize my mother.
As she finished reading, she closed the precious book and put it in her purse.
"Time to go" her mother, Amelia, called from downstairs. Savannah carried her bags down the stairs, through the foyer and out the front door. Her mother stood there impatiently waiting for Savannah. "Finally. Now let’s go so we can get there by morning."
"Seriously? We're taking the limo? I'm not so sure that's how people in the country do it mom. I thought we were trying to fit in."
"Well, that's a good point but it's just this one time. And plus there's a ton of country stars there, so maybe they have limo's too. You never know. We could be living by someone famous!"
"Yeah, okay mom, and my father is the president of the United States. That's how unlikely it is."
"Okay, I get your point, but still it could happen."
Savannah let the driver put her bags in the trunk and slid into the limo. At least the long 13 hour drive would be more comfortable in the limo. "Mom, I still don't know why you insist on driving instead of flying"
"Well, I don't know. I guess because we have no one to pick us up from the airport."
"You should have thought about that before we moved! We don't know anyone there. And how do you even expect to find my father? It's not like he's just going to magically appear."
"Savannah don't raise your voice."
"Don't call me Savannah then."
"Fine Sav, don't raise your voice. Now whether you like it or not, you agreed to go. So I expect you to be on your best behavior."
Savannah realized that complaining wasn't going to get her what she wanted the most. What she wanted was to stay in New York and take on Columbia University one step at a time with her best friend Madison. The only person more upset about the move than Savannah was her best friend. Madison, unlike many of Savannah's peers didn't actually covet what Savannah had. That's why many believed they ended up as such good friends. Savannah and Madison were equals. They were both equally as pretty and popular. Unlike many friends, they didn't have a secret rivalry between them. Madison had no interest in being student body president and Savannah wasn't jealous that Madison was dating the hottest boy at their high school. Anyways, high school was so past them. They had just graduated from high school two months ago. But, now Madison was off to Columbia and Savannah was stuck moving to Nashville.
Savannah relaxed and pulled out her journal. She continued writing where she left off.
I can't believe I'm leaving my sanctuary, the place I felt most comfortable in, behind. Luckily, my grandparents were dirt rich and my mom was an only child so we received all the inheritance when they passed on. I mean my mom and I are both every responsible with not wasting our money- I've made it to 19 with plenty. But, living in the center of Manhattan doesn't come cheap. Back to the point, we didn't have to sell our house, which I am so thankful for. Otherwise, I would have put my foot down and not left at all. But, we are just renting it out for 10 months. And the 10 months, one school year, was the time limit my mom and I both agreed upon to live in Nashville.