-Please note: I've only read Savvy, not the companions. Google assists me, but I may be inaccurate at times. Here's an idea: Review and tell me when I mess something up! (review other times too. Review all times.)-

I never thought I'd get a very impressive savvy.

I'm not a very impressive person. You know that as soon as your younger siblings are born, and somehow you get wedged in the middle like that thin layer of mayo on a sandwich that seems to do nothing at all. My older brothers were funny, my younger sisters silly and special. I heard momma telling my elder brother and sister once, when she was a few months pregnant, to set a good example to whatever child came next, like they had done for me. I was never told to be a good big sister. Even when the younger twins were born, and I was already eight, momma relied on my more mature siblings to take care of them. That was me, little old Ramona, always cast aside.

So I made my legacy in other ways. Small ways, but important ones. A sandwich is never the same if you don't have mayo, no matter what other things you pile in it.

I opened my door to everyone. I got rid of the lock. And whenever anyone needed to talk, or vent, they had a place to go. I'd seen everything: Marcos, the second-youngest, pacing around and around like a steam train, smoke coming out of his ears; Lorcan, perched on my desk, talking about how it was always "Lorcan and Lysander" and how they never seemed to be separate entities; quiet Ruby, the eldest, simply looking for a smile; even little April, simply sobbing into my pillow and whining out words about how mean Lysander was.

My room was a haven, a place of no judgement. If you wanted advice, you could get it; but mostly my family just unleashed their frustration, happy for a teddy bear to lend a listening ear. It wasn't a large role, but it was a fulfilling one, and I felt that I was really needed in the Payne household.

But I was still quiet old Ramona.

So when my thirteenth birthday came around, I thought for sure I would have a small, quiet savvy that I learned to scumble right quick.

Boy, was I wrong.