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She glanced out of the window from the airplane as it took off from her former home, which was Moncton, New Brunswick. Jessa was on a plane heading for Toronto, Ontario. She never thought she would be coming back 'home', ever. She never liked being there when she was younger due to the fact it was always troublesome with her fighting parents and her father's affair with her mothers best friend, but she was willing to put what she wanted aside for a while to please her mother and for some reason her father. Deep down inside she was hoping that maybe become a family again.

When Jessa was 12, her mom and dad divorced when his new woman got knocked up so her mom packed her up and moved her to Moncton in a spur of the moment decision. She visited twice a year, summer holidays and every second Christmas break. And other than an occasional phone call; Jessa hasn't really seen or talked her dad in a long time.

After a crazy fight between her father's new 'lover' and herself after she mentioned to her how much of a sleaze her mother was, she hadn't bothered to stay in touch without an apology. She never even got along with her half brother either. They had always gotten her father's attention rather than her own. She knows that her half brother is in grade 10 at Degrassi High, She already knew it would be rough starting senior year off at a new school and having to make new friends, never mind having to share it with the kid who made her father leave her mother in the first place.

She already missed her old school and the peacefulness it brought to her. She was well known, she was friends with everybody. She was never in the middle of drama. She had her life together.

But, Jessa's mother thought it would be the best idea to move back home when she found out she was pregnant 5 months ago with her step father's baby. Probably because she knew with a baby coming she would no longer be first priority to her, so it would be easier on her to drop her off at her dads front door once in awhile.

The plane ride wasn't so long, she was about an hour into the flight when she had woken up from a nap, something about the motion from the plane had put her to sleep.

Only about a half hour left she spoke to herself after looking at the time.

She sat alone in the back of the plane while her mom and step father, Keith, were seated closer to the front of the plane. Although she was happy her mother had found someone she could confide in and be happy with, she couldn't help but feel angry and annoyed about the situations she was always being brought into. She couldn't wait to graduate so she could just run away from all of this. But in order to graduate she'd have to work hard.

No fooling around, no drama, no boys. I'm going to pass all of my subjects so I can just run off and get away from here.

Jessa rubbed her eyes and rested her head on the window, watching whatever she could see from the plane to kill time. Inspiration hit her, she needed to stretch and do yoga, she longed to write. It's been a whole day, feelings and thoughts were flying crazily through her opened mind.

"Excuse me," she said softly, and gently grabbed onto the flight attendant's arm as she was passing by with the cart.

She smiled down sweetly at Jessa, "Yes, dear?"

"May I have a napkin?"

Jessa pulled the table in front of her out, and grabbed a pen from her purse, she let out a sigh of relief and started to write:

I've got my ticket for the long way round, the one with the prettiest of views. It's got mountains, it's got rivers, it's got sights to give you shivers. But, it sure would be prettier with you. When I'm gone, when I'm gone. You're gonna miss me when I'm gone, you're gonna miss me by my walk, you're gonna miss me by my talk. You're gonna miss me when I'm gone.

She wrote, she doodled, and she wrote some more, any inspiration and thought running through her mind she put it down on the napkin, like she always has.

Before she knew it, the plane ride was over. She must have been so lost in her thoughts and her writing that she wasn't even paying attention to the time anymore. Jessa grabbed her bag that she had brought on the plane with her and patiently waited for everyone to get off the plane before she did got off, she met her mother and Keith as soon as she got into the lobby, where they collected their suitcases.

"We're back!" Her mother said excitedly clinging onto her new husband as he gave her a peck on the cheek.

"Yeah," Jessa sighed.

He looked at her and read the pain in her eyes.

He knew it was breaking her heart, but it had to be done. It was necessary, not just for him, but for both of them. He hoped she would understand, but looking at her now he didn't think that was possible.

"What do you mean?" She said, her lip quivering, her blue eyes filling with tears.

"Clare, think about it. You left me because you thought I was crazy." He said flatly.

He knew it was slightly cruel what he was doing, but it needed to be said. This was who he was.

"But you're not crazy! You're better now!" She pleaded.

He shook his head slowly and looked down at his shoe. "But that's the thing Clare, I am. I am crazy." He tried to explain.

She wasn't understanding, how could she though.

"No! You're normal, you're on your medication, you're like the Eli I first met, before you knew you were bipolar." She was desperate and he knew it. She started crying.

"But Clare, I will always be bipolar, and those moments when I was crazily happy and passionate, those were me too. I am crazy. Not just in a manic constant flux of emotions, but just in how I am! I get crazily obsessed with the new comic, and Dead Hand's new album. This is who I am. I am crazy and you couldn't handle that."

He was becoming angry now, but he couldn't help it. Not at all. She had broken his heart and now she was begging for him back. His heart was the one that had been shattered to a thousand tiny pieces. His mind had split too, into two different ones, but he knew this was for the best.

"No, Eli. Please! Please I love you!"

"I know you do Clare, and I love you, but sometimes you can love someone, but it doesn't mean things will work out." He told her.

"Why not?" She whined sounding like a scolded child.

Eli let out a grim laugh.

"Clare, it never would have worked out between us. I'll always be here for you, but I can't be your boyfriend. I know you'll realize it too."

"Eli! I gave you everything! I trusted you!" She screamed.

"I never betrayed you. You broke up with me, because I went crazy. And I'm always going to be crazy regardless of the medication I'm on."

He felt the pains in his chest as he said this. She started to cry. He wrapped his arms around her in comfort. She cringed away from him.

"How dare you hold me like that when you don't love me anymore!" She yelled.

"Clare, I know this hurts now, but it will be for the best in the long run. I know you will come to see that as well. I know how painful this is, but time heals all wounds." He consoled her.

"Don't lie to me, You feel nothing! This is easy for you!"

He knew this was the time in the argument when she became irrational. He had hoped this wouldn't happen, but here it was. Maybe Clare was just a normal girl after all. That thought caused him physical pain.

"This isn't easy for me, but it has to be done. You will find someone, I promise you. You are so beautiful and wonderful, but this is not meant to be." Eli said kindly.
She looked at him, her body shaking with her sobs, her eyes swollen with tears.

"I HATE YOU ELI GOLDSWORTHY! I HATE YOU!" She screeched. He nodded understanding her feelings towards him.

"It's okay. Bye Clare,"

Eli began to walk away. Clare started calling for him but he pretended not to hear her. He knew this had to happen, but it still hurt him. He had caused her so much pain and that he had made her cry. He had once been the one to take her pain away and hold her. He was okay though. As he walked away, though her calls for him hurt him, he knew underneath it all he was okay. He just hoped she would be too.

What was school going to be like?