THE GAME OF LOVE (I'm thinking of changing the title to 'Love is a Battlefield)
By Gigirl942
Dear Principal Steinback,
Due to me buying a house in Palm Springs, my daughter and I will be moving within the next two weeks and this is her last day in this school. I will be over this evening to fill out whatever forms are needed to transfer her out of this school. Thank you very much.
Sincerely,
Ms. Anabel Cross
That was the note Sylvia Cross solemnly handed her principal, who nodded understandingly when she was done reading it. Mrs. Lisa Steinback always hated to see even the most ill behaved student leave her school, especially when the child seemed so sad about leaving like Sylvia was. The middle aged woman with emerald eyes and straight golden hair tied up in an elegant bun inhaled deeply and looked as if she were about to say something when she was interrupted by the morning warning bell. Mrs. Steinback then only smiled.
"I hope you enjoy your final day here at Parsley, Sylvia," she said. "I think you should get to class now, and make sure to say goodbye to all of your friends and teachers."
Unless you were filthy rich and threw a huge farewell party for yourself, only inviting members of the 'in crowd', nobody was going to expect people to make a big deal about you leaving John Parsley Middle School. Usually, if you were going to move like Sylvia, you and your friends would have a little get together at your house that weekend to have cookies your mom baked and exchange cell phone numbers and email addresses. After that, you say your final goodbyes and make promises to write letters and meet again sometime soon. Then you move and all of the promises you made are broken. Your friends replace you with some other girl. No one replies to your emails. No one returns your calls and you also get new friends, and you never hear from your old friends again. The End.
That was what people expected, and it usually happened most of the time, though. It happened to me, when I transferred out of my old elementary school to a new elementary school in the middle of my fourth grade year. It also happened to a lot of other people I know, including a girl named Jenny, who had a countless number of friends. She wasn't rich though, she just was the kind of person people typically want to hang out with, minus the 'I'm better than you because I'm soooooo popular' mentality. It was a real shame actually. As soon as she moved to Michigan all her friends from Parsley completely disappeared, including me, and now I feel sort of guilty about it because she was one of my best friends and we used to love each other to pieces.
However, Jenny is not important. Back to Sylvia.
She had a huge number of friends, and all of them were her friends for one reason and one reason only(except for Lina Montez, who would be friends with Sylvia no matter what). Actually, they weren't really her friends at all. They were just waiting for her to move so they could get their slimy hands on what was hers and compete for it to see who gets it.
You're probably thinking, 'what did she own that every one wanted to take?'. Don't worry, that will all be cleared up very soon, but for now, lets focus on Sylvia herself.
Like everyone who ever lived, Sylvia had a story to tell, but I, the Narrator a.k.a the person who was on the sidelines taking notes in all this, will not go into detail about what was going on in her life. She's not as important as you, the reader, may think. Surprised? I'm sure you are.
As she quietly entered the science classroom, where she saw the familiar faces of all her classmates, Sylvia wondered how she was going to tell them that she was moving and after that Friday she would never set foot in that school again. She could tell them at lunch, leave messages on their cell phones, or slip notes into their lockers. There were a thousand possibilities, Sylvia just needed to pick the right one.
The science teacher, Ms. Levine, started to speak and Sylvia, now sitting at a desk in the middle of the room shook her head. This was not the time to focus on things like how to say goodbye, this was the time to focus on science. Even through she banished all distractions from her mind, it was still kind of hard to concentrate since today's lesson was especially boring.
"Now class," Ms. Levine said, tucking a lock of straight brown hair behind her ear, "please open your science boo-" She was interrupted by the "Attention, the principal has a very important announcement to make" that blared over the PA system, slightly garbled by bad reception. Everyone in the room looked at the speaker attached to the wall over the black board.
"All students, I am saddened to tell you that today is Sylvia Cross', last day here, due to her moving away. Best wishes to her and her family!" Ms. Steinback chirped, and then the speaker went silent.
Sylvia, cheeks growing red from embarrassment, lowered her forehead to touch the hard, cold, wooden desk. She could feel about thirty pairs of eyes staring at her.
'Why me?', she thought.
'Why me?'
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This is just the prolouge. I'll start on Chapter one too.
The only problem was that you had a few grammar flaws here and there, but great start! 
