We were sitting at the dining room table with my grandparents. We sometimes have these dinners, but it's really rare. My grandpa works at an insurance company and my grandmother does nothing except drink. 

"When did you start cooking, Terri," My grandmother asks my mom.

"Oh it's nothing," My mom shrugged like it was nothing. She's not a very good cook... "Look out for bones." My grandma just looked at the plate, disgusted. I don't blame her... My parents look at each other and then my dad smiled. 

"I can't hold it in any longer," My dad suddenly said. He stood up with a wine class in his hand and said, "Mom, Dad, Terri's pregnant...It's a boy!" Both of my grandparents exclaimed.

"What," My mom yelled. I don't know why she yelled 'what'.

"Another grand-baby," My grandmother yelled with excitement.

"Uh, honey," My mom asked my dad. "I thought we weren't going to tell anyone yet?" My dad just shrugged and smiled.

"No worries," My grandfather started. "I spent months in the Hanoi Hamilton, never said a word, is that right, pumpkin?"

"That's right doodle," Grandma replied.

"Yeah, we are turning the craft room into a nursery," Mom said.

"OHHH SHOW ME!!" They walked off. Still don't believe my family's crazy? "Savvy, come join us!!" I went with them and rolled my eyes.

***School***

I’m just sitting here in English. We have to write a short story this whole period, because our teacher is lazy as hell. Anyway, I’m in the same class as Austin Kamp. Remember that guy I mention? It’s him. He is a jock; he’s on the football team. I haven’t really talked to him. I know this stuff, because we had to introduce ourselves to the class, which by the way is the most embarrassing thing ever. Anyway, he had moved here this past summer, maybe that’s why I hadn’t seen him before. I went back to my “story” which is really me writing down whatever comes to mind. She never reads our papers. I felt a tap on my shoulder.

“Hey,” it was him, Austin. I have to admit he’s cute. “You’re Savannah, right?”

“Uh, yeah,” I replied, nervously. Why am I nervous?

“Look, can I seat next to you from now on? That kid next to me keeps giving me the stink eye.”

“Uh, sure you can.”

“Cool.” He sat down next to me. “So who’s that group of friends you usually hang out with?”

“Uh, their names are Vanessa, Jenna and Ryder.”

“So are you and this Ryder guy together?”

“No, we are best friends. We have been since Kindergarten.”

“You know you’re kind of cute.”

I was speechless. Why was I speechless? The bell rang before I could reply.

***My house***

It’s very hard to sleep at night when your dad has his “band” or “group” or whatever he wants to call them. Not only that, but I keep thinking about Austin. He said I was cute. Does that mean he like me?

***Benchwarmers Sports Bar***

my dad made his own acapella group called the "Acafellas". That makes my theory about my family being crazy proven more. I got a chance to go to a bar, because of them, so I'm fine with it. They were performing “Poison” by Bell Di Voe. They are actually pretty good. My dad is actually a good singer. My grandparents are so excited to see them perform.  They even have a CD. I’m really proud of him. I knew that if they hadn’t had me he would be a big star, probably. I do sometimes think I ruin my parents’ dreams for being born. And sometimes I get that feeling from my mom. I may seem all confident in myself, but really I have my downs. If only I can proof to my mom, that I wasn’t a mistake.