Savanah Garcia
She thought she was a Garcia
She was only just 9 years old when everyone forgot about her.
She's been bullied, gone through a heartache, been kidnaped, has a best friend dealing with cancer, her family has turn their backs on her, wh...
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"On your marks, get set, GO!" and with that, we were sprinting off the marks, heading straight towards the finish line.
Whenever I do sports, I'm not the type of person to think through strategies, I normally just go with the flow type.
I don't have anyone to impress, so it doesn't matter if I mess anything up.
It just means that I lose trust within my team, but I wouldn't risk that, so I always hope that my family would turn up some time during my races, but they never do.
It's all fake.
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"And 1st place goes to... Savanah Garcia!" at the mention of my name, I make my way to the makeshift stage.
I had run 4 races; 800m relay, 200m sprint, 400m novelty race and 150m sprint.
For the relay, my team and I came 2nd, which is surprisingly good.
I won 1st place for both of my sprints, and I came 3rd in the novelty race.
"Thank you, everyone for coming this evening. We hope you enjoyed!" and with that, everyone started to disperse, making their way home.
I made my way over to my sports bag, folding my medals up neatly, making sure they wouldn't get damaged, as I searched for my phone.
Of course, it was on low charge.
I tried to ring Nicolas, but it went straight to voicemail, so I then tried Ben, knowing that they would be together, but it also went straight to voicemail.
My last resort was Isabella.
She was the only other person I knew that could drive, but my phone died as soon as it started to ring.
So, I started walking out of the school gates, just as the school lights turned off, signifying the end of the school week.
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"Where the hell have you been? And why are you drenched?" my mother practically screamed in my face.
"I had a track and field meet, so I was at school. Nicolas dropped me there, and he was supposed to pick Ben and I up, but when I tried to call both of them, it went straight to voicemail, so I then tried Isabella, and my phone died when it started to ring, and then the school lights went out, so I had to walk home, and it started pouring rain" I explained to my mother, flustered at her disbelief in me.
There was no, 'oh, sweetheart where were you' or 'Happy 14th Birthday Sav'. Not even 'come on, let's get you dried, and I'll put something on for dinner'. No, just 'where have you been'.
"Nicolas!" my mother's voice boomed through out the house.
My father was either in his office, buried deep in his work, or still at his office in the city.
