I Said Yes

I Said Yes

1 chapter / 997 words

Approximately 5 minutes to read


Winner of the MTVAct Contest! Thank you to everyone who voted for me!

Savannah Nolan was a good girl. Then she showed up for her first day of senior year pregnant and she's been completely ostracized by the entire school including her best friend Julia. Savannah doesn't know how she's going to get by, but somehow, someway, she just might be able to figure it all out.

Savannah Nolan created by Sophie Anne and The Girl's Locker Room created by Isabel Anna.

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over 5 years ago Cassidy Petersen said:

Just re-read it. I still love it. I was wrong about my past suggestion, this is absolutly perfect the way it is. I love it so so so so so so much.

Its nice that when people realize they have something in common, this case rape, they get along. This is true somewhere to. It's just Savanahh is a symbol for all those girls who are to afraid to say anything, and shame themselves.

I love it :) so so so so so much


over 5 years ago MacKenzie said:

i love this!!!but you should continue this!!!!! its so good!!!


over 5 years ago Mariela Pichardo said:

This was absolutely amazing! I am so happy that you won that contest. Your an amazing writer and I can't wait to read more. This piece has definitely made me a fan. I found myself wanting to read further and further into the story. The ending was absolutely priceless. I love this piece beyond words. Nice work!


over 5 years ago toxicmusic said:

I seriously began to cry! You did a great job.



almost 6 years ago ImaginativeGirl said:

OMG! AMAZING! This drew me for surprise! The end literally shocked me to death... honestly. I feel like such a baby that I might need a tissue. I wouldn't care if Savannah was a slut. She has feelings just like everyone else. Excuse me if I am wrong, but when (at the second to last line) Savannah said, "I didn't say yes..." did that mean she got raped? Just wow. Amazing, once again!


almost 6 years ago Lazy River said:

Dear Xena,

Well, aren't we a contest winner? Not to be annoying but, I FREAKING LOVE/RELATE TO THIS STORY!!!!!!! Savannah shouldn't deserve what was thrown at her! Amazingly well done and beautiful description and imagery!

I walk the halls alone. No one will talk to me now. I don’t blame them. Who would want to talk to a slut like me? I’d like to think that if I were in their position I would talk to me, but I’m not fooling anyone. If I were them I would avoid me like the plague. I hear slut’s contagious these days, wouldn’t want to get too close.

I continue on my usual path, the one I’ve taken every day of school since the start of ninth grade. Slamming open the locker room door I step inside and inhale the familiar scent of dirty gym socks and sweaty uniforms. It smells like home. I shuffle inside and look around, smiling to myself at how familiar it all looks. I start toward the varsity lockers in the back before a single thought brings me to a halting stop. This is no longer my home.

I don’t belong in this locker room anymore. Sluts like me aren’t allowed to play soccer. Soccer was my dream, my passion, the one thing in my life that was always good and now it’s been taken from me. A single tear slides down my nose. Just one tear shed for the loss of my childhood and my frightening future. I’m startled out of my reverie by the sound of flushing toilets and the raised voices of the two girls who were taking a few moments before class to gossip.

“Did you hear about Savannah?,” an all too familiar high pitched voice asks.

I wait to hear who would respond to Julia, the girl I used to call my best friend, back before I said yes. I gasp quietly when the two girls exit the stalls and I come face to face with Julia and the girl she used to swear up and down that she hated, Courtney Johnson. For a brief moment there was shock and humiliation on Julia’s face until it twisted away into a sneer.

“Slut,” she spits out.

I tell myself to stay strong and not give her the reaction she wants but I can’t help but cringe as the one person I never expected to hear that dreaded word from, condemns me as the rest of the school has. I pull myself together and place one hand on my swollen belly as I move closer to her. She retreats away from me, as if she thinks I’m going to hurt her.

“What I do with my life and my body is my concern, and my concern only Julia. You know I’ve always dreamed of having a baby with Luke. I love him and he loves me and we’re starting a family together whether you and the rest of the school approve or not.”

I slowly back away from Julia and Courtney who both have matching stunned looks on their faces. They quickly exchange a look and rush from the locker room. It only saddens me a little that Julia doesn’t remember that this was never my dream. Soccer was always my dream.

I brace my hands on either side of the sink and raise my head. I lean in close and examine my reflection carefully; average height, dark hair, grey eyes, nothing out of the ordinary. I push off the sink and take a step back. There it is. The one thing that sets me apart from the rest of the senior class. I try to be mad that this baby has destroyed my reputation and my life, but I can’t because this was my fault and mine alone.

It seems like it’s been years since I was a normal teenager dealing with normal teenage things, but really it has only been a few short months. A few months since I said yes.

I whisper to myself that it will be all right, that I will get through this and be stronger for it. Right now though, as my senior year starts and harsh words follow me wherever I go, it’s hard to believe. I taste the word in my mouth, giving it shape and sound. I try to put hatred behind it like all the others do and I let it slip between my lips.


It echoes off the empty lockers and bounces around the room until it lands squarely in the center of my forehead. At first I try to claw it away. I scrape my nails against my skin until it’s red and raw, but it’s not my imagination, it’s still there. I’ve been branded like cattle at this school. My name is no longer Savannah, but Slut. The word follows me wherever I go and I cannot shake it. All because I said yes.

I have a secret though that none of them know. I’d tell them if they asked, but no one ever does. No one talks to a slut like me. And really who could blame them, because I said yes.

The door to the locker room swings open and who should walk in, but the girl who’s made my life miserable since I was a little girl. I brace myself for the cutting remark that usually follows in her wake but it never comes. Instead she flashes me a small smile, one that holds hints of apology and regret.

“I saw Julia and Courtney come out of here after you went in and figured you might need a friend,” Lindsey says in a quiet voice.

My mouth drops open in surprise, until I notice the slight curve to her own stomach and realize that this is Lindsey reaching out to me and trying to make amends. The ball is in my court now and I say the first thing that comes to mind, the one thing that I’ve been dying to tell someone.

“I didn’t say yes.”

She gives me a weak smile and says the three words that let me finally know that I’m not in this alone.

“Neither did I.” (Ok, so for all my reviews, I choose one sentence that I like, but I LOVE this whole freaking thing!)

Consider yourself followed!

~Lazy River