SaVaNnAh GeOrGiA, ... pRoBaBlY uKe...

[Larry Yakomoto]

((This is an older intro, which I dragged out and polished off a bit. Bear with me. These are my babies, hardly ever been used. ^^ And please, be patient with Savs... he's a bit emotional. U.u))

“SAVANNAH! Savannah, you damned queer, get down here before I pound your ass into the ground!”

Those were the tender, loving words of Savannah’s father that he woke up to every morning. He was going to be late for school, again, and get a detention again, resulting in a beating from his father… again. Savannah had been up for the better part of an hour, but in order to properly vex his father into hurling insults at him at six o’clock A.M., he wanted to make sure he was good and late. He couldn’t think of any better way to stress him out….

“Coming, father dearest,” came that overly sweet reply, dripping with malcasm. Feet delicately slipped into black pointed-toe boots, Savannah came down the steps, yawning boredly as he slung his black shoulder bag on and followed his father to the car.

Atlanta, perfect Atlanta, was already in the car, but looking somber as always. Or perhaps he was tired. Or hung over. Or maybe both. It was hard to tell with him, most of the time. Atlanta had stopped showing much emotion about seven years ago, in the fourth grade when his father had smacked him and called him a pansy for crying when he broke his arm.

“Are we ready?” the timid, larger twin asked as his father and brother got in the car.

“Yeah,” grunted the mustachio’d older man as Savannah clambered into the backseat, shivering slightly with the unforgiving morning chill.

The ride to school was, as always, completely silent. Atlanta pulled up in front of the huge educational facility, and got out of the car, murmuring a doleful goodbye to his father. Savannah didn’t say a word and, with a haughty sniff, slammed his car door shut. He didn’t appreciate being called a damned queer, quite frankly, and he felt he had a right to be miffed.

“Why are you like that?” Atlanta mumbled darkly, glancing at his brother. “Can’t you just… tell him you’re sorry?”

“Sorry for what?” the thinner twin asked coldly, “For being gay? Atlanta, don’t make me laugh. You know I’d never do a thing like that.”

The older twin sighed and shook his head slowly, and looked as if he might say something, but a few of his friends came over and greeted him. As he did every day, Atlanta became animated and slightly smiling, as if nothing at all were wrong except that pesky C he’d gotten on the last chemistry test.

Savannah, looking extremely put out, stalked off. Bah, he didn’t need Atlanta trying to tell him how to live, anyway. Stupid Atlanta. He thinks he has it all figured out. Steam almost coming out of his ears, he stalked off toward the sophomore locker bay, where he could pull the books he’d need for his first class, his gaze downward, unseeing of everything except the tacky green-and-white tile floor.

((If somebody wants Atlanta, too, we can work something out. *evil cackling*))

[Larry Yakomoto]

((8P I'm thinking I'll just put this right here, since we have some new members... maybe someone will reply. ( ._.) Pweeease? I <3 Savannah. ^^))