In part one of Zara Crawford’s creative writing, we get to know Savannnah and her tantrums!

Savannah Goldsmith was spoiled, and by spoiled I do not mean winey and petty I mean the extremely rotten mean and winey type of spoiled. If you looked up the word spoiled in a dictionary you would find a picture of Savanah because she is the definition, anything Savanah wanted she got and if she didn’t get it at that very moment she would boil into such a rage and scream and rant until her parents would give in and get her what she demanded. Unsurprisingly I think I know how you are imagining Savanah a short cute six-year-old with blonde bunches and a gap tooth wearing a pretty pink print dress with pale pink patient shoes. Well you are very very off; Savanah is a tanned seventeen-year-old girl with chestnut brown hair that reaches right down to her waist with chocolate brown eyes that just make you melt that wears tight skinny jeans and skin-tight t-shirts with high heeled boots as white as snow. When you are six it is normal for you to have a tantrum occasionally, but when you turn a certain age it is no longer counted acceptable, Savanah has long passed that acceptability mark and is now a young adult with the mind set of a six year old. Unsurprisingly Savanah’s parents know she is a brat she is spoiled and ungrateful but can not change her mind set they have tried many things but can’t get her to change, so they have accepted that this is the way she is and always will be so they continue to give her everything she wants and exactly when she wants it, until one day they tried one last thing that would change Savanah’s life forever.

 

‘’Savanah, dear, come downstairs there is someone I want you to meet!’’ said mum ‘’is it the Queen?’’ I hollered ‘’No sweetheart’’ said mum her voice wavering, I heard her apologising to someone. I sighed heaved myself out of bed and quickly washed and dressed in record time I thumped down the stairs and through to the parlour, to see a little boy with the expression of an angelic cherub. My expression changed from tired to confused and back to tired in less than five seconds. ‘’What’s the kid selling?’’ I demanded, ‘’well… this little boy needed somewhere to stay for a couple of months and your Father and I both decided that it would be a good idea…if he…could stay here?’’ Mum’s voice sounded so scared so afraid. She paused to see what I would do next I kept quiet, so she continued. ‘’This is Jackson he is twelve the two of you have the type of personality so you’ll get along great’’ Mum was gabling now trying to get all her words out before I stopped her. I put my hand in her face to get her to shut up. Mum held her breath with a look of fear creased on her face. ‘’its fine Mum you and Dad can leave’’ I then gave one of my famous baby face smiles; we will get to know each other! My parents left the room with hopeful yet frank smiles the door closes with a BANG! I looked at Jackson with the biggest glare I could muster, but then the most curious thing happened Jackson began to cry. My parents practically flew into the room and started asking Jackson what was wrong he then pointed his finger at me and started ‘sobbing out a story than was all lies about how I told him he was useless and no one wanted him and he was only here in this house out of

pity. Then suddenly my parents looked at me with the look of fury in their eyes. Then my Mum flew at me with steam coming out of her ears spittle on her lips and anger in her eyes she then grabbed my arm and began to haul me up the stairs but just before my head was nearly thrown off my shoulders I seen the flicker of a smile on Jackson’s face…To be continued.

Check the school website next week to read the second part!