I've loved a lot of things about Degrassi for a long time, so back when the 14th season of Degrassi ended, I was inspired to continue the show in my own way. But because things have changed in the canon Degrassi universe since I started writing, I figured I should explain what my universe is. There's more explanation at the end of the chapter, but here are the basics:
This story picks up after "Don't Look Back." Everything up until then is canon, but after that, it's a completely different timeline. Nothing from Next Class is part of this world. The new characters don't exist, the new plotlines don't exist, and the school didn't receive a makeover. You could think of it as what might have happened if the series didn't get such a reboot.
But even though the lockers aren't pink and yellow striped in this world, there are still plenty of changes and surprises to come. After all, this is Degrassi Community School, and a new school year is about to begin...
(AUTHOR'S NOTE EDITED JULY '16)
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EPISODE 15.01: "CONTROL"
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IN FRONT OF DEGRASSI COMMUNITY SCHOOL
It's a beautiful, sunny day: the first day of the new school year. Outside the school, groups of students are catching up on each other's most riveting summer gossip. The sign out front reads, simply, "WELCOME BACK, PANTHERS."
An older car pulls up to the front of the school. The passenger door opens; Zig Novak hops out, full of energy, confidence in his step. Tiny Bell gets out of the car's back seat with much less enthusiasm. José gives the two a quick wave, then drives off. No parting words for the first day of school: none of them are the type for that, and really, he's just their social worker.
Zig stops in front of the school, looking up at the building as if he wants to remember this moment.
"What are you so happy about?" Tiny asks.
"I get to see my girlfriend today," replies Zig. "We didn't even talk when she was gone last week."
"I know, you complained about it the whole time. You've really got it bad for her."
"I'm just looking forward to some... quality time together before class," Zig counters smugly.
The two boys start to walk toward the front steps of the school.
"And besides, if you and I are here, it means we're not in juvie," adds Zig.
"Nah, just the Rubber Room."
"Hey, the Rubber Room is home to Degrassi's finest. All of these people just don't measure up." He gestures at the nearby crowds.
"Man, I've been in there for years, and even I know we're weirdos," Tiny insists.
"What can I say, the weirdos are my people."
Tiny shakes his head in amusement. The two boys walk up the steps and through the front doors as the first notes of the theme song start to play…
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-OPENING CREDITS-
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IN A DEGRASSI HALLWAY, OUTSIDE PRINCIPAL PILL'S OFFICE
We see four or five students standing in a line outside the office door. They look bored—leaning against the wall, fiddling with jewelry, crossing their arms—all signs indicate they've been here for a while.
Over the P.A. system, a voice makes an announcement. "Welcome back to a new school year, Degrassi! This is just another reminder that all plans for student organizations must be approved by the principal…"
The camera moves to reveal that behind these students are many more waiting in line.
"…all campaigns for Student Council must be approved by the principal…"
Finally, at the very end of the line, stands Tristan Milligan.
"…and all fundraising initiatives must be approved by the principal," concludes the voice.
Zoe Rivas, dressed in her first-day-of-school finest, walks up to her friend.
"Hmm, I wonder who that was about," she says sarcastically.
"Well, since I'm sure you're already plotting your next school takeover..." Tristan retorts.
Zoe shakes her head. "We're all still banned from Power Cheer. And I bet Pill's got the teachers watching my every move. Guess I'll just keep my head down this year."
But of course, she doesn't really mean that.
"Wait, why are you in line?" she asks.
"Well, I need to do something impressive this year. Something that'll catch everyone's eye."
"You mean Miles."
"I mean, now that Imogen's gone, someone needs to step up and direct the play," he says defensively.
"What play?" asks Zoe. Her forehead scrunches with confusion.
"…Haven't gotten that far yet."
"You really think she'll give you the job without knowing what you're directing. Are we talking about the same person?"
Tristan looks down the long line to Pill's office. "Well, at least I've got time to figure it out," he observes.
"So… does this play have room for a beautiful, talented young actress who also happens to be the director's best friend?"
"I suppose it could help to have a veteran on my team. You can make sure my masterpiece doesn't totally collapse."
An idea slowly dawns on Zoe. "And… Pill couldn't say no to me if I'm not technically in charge of anything. Right?"
"Welcome to the cast, Leading Lady."
They shake hands. Zoe joins him in line.
"Now, any thoughts on what I'll be directing?" he asks.
"Oh, I'm sure I can think of something." She smirks.
THE RUBBER ROOM HALLWAY
Zig's walking to his first class, a piece of paper in hand. Down the hall, Maya Matlin is catching up with a group of acquaintances. She spots him. Her eyes light up.
"Zig!" She practically runs over to meet him.
"At last, Maya Matlin ascends from the Rubber Room and leaves us mere mortals behind." As Zig talks, he takes a few big, slow steps to cover the rest of the distance between them. When they meet, he gives her a long, affectionate hug.
"Yeah, they finally realized I'm not a threat to Zoe's life."
Zig breaks from the hug as she keeps talking.
"I have to say, I'm really gonna miss spending the morning with all my favorite misfits. But I'll see you in French next period."
He frowns. "I've got History."
"Well, here. Let me see your schedule."
They swap pieces of paper; each one scans the other's schedule.
"Looks like…"
"Nothing."
Maya's shoulders slump with defeat. "How did we wind up with no classes together?"
Although he knows this sucks, Zig valiantly tries to reassure his girlfriend. "At least we have the same lunch period? Guess I'll meet you in the caf…"
"I'll count down the minutes," she says dramatically, as she fakes a swoon.
"Just don't fall in love with your lab partner before then," he jokes in reply.
She smiles. "As if I could love anyone but you."
Zig moves in to kiss her, but she points up to a security camera, reminding him that people are watching them. Yeah, the cameras are still there. He rolls his eyes, then walks into the Rubber Room alone.
There are at least a dozen new Rubber Room students, in addition to most of the old ones. Some are sitting on the tables, others standing around. One boy is tilting backwards precariously in a chair. Everyone's talking, most pretty loudly. It's crowded and chaotic.
And Zig's just standing in the doorway, taking it all in. "Whoa."
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OUTSIDE PILL'S OFFICE
We rejoin Tristan and Zoe to find they've moved up in line only a few feet. Tristan's writing in a spiral notebook. Zoe's applying lip gloss, but it's more of a way to pass the time than an actual need for a touch-up. She stashes the lip gloss in her pocket. As she looks up, she startles at the sight of something.
Or rather, someone- Grace is walking toward them. As she gets closer, she finally happens to look in Zoe's direction. They lock eyes for a second, then Grace glances away.
"Grace!"
Grace looks back at her briefly. "Hey." Her reply is distant, as if there isn't a pressing reason why she should be talking to Zoe today. She keeps walking, past the two of them.
Tristan quickly tries to suppress his worried expression, to reassure his friend.
"Maaaaaybe she hates all her new classes?"
But Zoe's starting to panic. "Maybe I read all the signs wrong and that kiss was a huge mistake?!"
"Look, maybe she doesn't feel that way. Crushing on a straight one, I've been there, it's tough. But you still did the right thing, telling her how you felt."
"Crushing on a straight one? Tristan. I am the straight one. Or…" She sighs. "I guess I used to be?" She shrugs, shaking her head a little in admission that she has no idea what's going on inside it.
There's a pause.
"But what if she does like girls?" Zoe continues, softer. "What if she just doesn't like me?"
"Like I said, it's better that you put it out there." Abruptly, he lapses back into his usual more energetic mannerisms. "The last thing I need this year is more people repressing their feelings. Get it out there, live your life! Don't make me your therapist. That's just gonna go so terribly for both of us… Anyway, you have other things to worry about." He hands her the notebook he's been writing in. "Help me seem more accomplished."
Despite Tristan's "help," the look on Zoe's face doesn't go away.
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IN THE RUBBER ROOM
Ms. Grell is dealing with the overpopulation crisis by handing out nametags for everyone. Zig finishes writing his name in cool handwriting with bright red marker. He sticks it on his chest, then shows it off to Tiny, who's simply scrawled "TINY" in pencil on his own nametag.
The classroom door opens; a younger man in khakis and a button-up shirt enters. "Zig Novak?" he calls.
Zig turns around to look at him. "Yeah?"
"Come with me."
Tiny quietly "oooooohs" at him. And just like Tiny, Zig thinks he's in trouble. He can't help but look embarrassed about it… whatever it is. As he leaves the classroom, he tries to draw as little attention to himself as he can.
Outside in the hallway, the man is waiting for him.
"Hi, Zig. I'm Mr. Kaufman, the new guidance counselor."
Zig doesn't say anything.
"Ms. Pill and the other counselors and I had a meeting yesterday. We think that it's time for you to transition back out of the remedial classroom."
"What?!" This is the last thing Zig was expecting. He's completely blindsided, and quickly becoming angry.
"Your grades have improved, you got a great recommendation from your summer job, you're no longer involved in gang activity. You're doing very well."
"I'm an accomplice to a shooting! I'm living with my social worker!" he nearly yells.
"You're doing gang intervention, and part of that means reintegrating into regular school life. The remedial room was always meant to be a temporary step for you, Zig."
"What about Tiny?"
"Well, due to Tiny's unstable family situation and his more extensive gang connections, we think it's best if he stays in the remedial class for now."
"You know my mom kicked me out, right?"
"And from what we hear, you're working on fixing that relationship."
"Not enough to get me back in the house," Zig mutters.
"Besides, with all the new students in there, Ms. Grell could stand to have one less."
There's an awkward silence, as if the guidance counselor wants to pat Zig on the shoulder or something. He eventually just walks away, leaving Zig standing in the hallway alone.
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OUTSIDE PILL'S OFFICE
The office door opens, and an angry student storms out. Ms. Pill has clearly just rejected whatever he proposed. She follows him out, then turns to the next student in line. She's an Iranian girl, 17 years old, wearing long pants, a long-sleeved top, and a reddish-orange hijab. Ms. Pill smiles with relief—she's the student Ms. Pill is pinning all her hopes on.
"Yasmin," Ms. Pill says pleasantly. "Let's discuss your campaign."
They go into her office; the door shuts behind them. Ms. Pill sits at her desk.
"Of course, I approve you running for office. I have no doubt that you'd be the kind of president Degrassi needs."
The cell phone on her desk beeps. Her eyebrows raise as she reads the message on the screen.
"In fact," she remarks, "you might just be the only qualified student in your class. Excuse me."
She quickly gets up and walks out of the room before Yasmin can say anything at all.
We switch angles to see the scene from just outside the office door. Ms. Pill walks briskly past Tristan and Zoe, who, at last, are next in line. Tristan watches Pill disappear down the hallway.
"What do you think that's about?" he asks Zoe.
Zoe, however, is looking elsewhere. She elbows Tristan in the side. He looks at her, like 'what was that for?', then follows her gaze down the side hallway.
Miles, Frankie, and Hunter Hollingsworth are walking together, approaching the line of students. Tristan composes himself. As the siblings get closer…
"Hollingsworths," says Tristan as a greeting.
"Tristan! What brings you to this hell of a hallway today?" Miles's usual 'too cool for school' attitude is in full force.
"New project," answers Tristan. "I'm directing a play. All I need is Pill's approval."
"Ha, good luck with that."
Tristan is hurt, thinking that Miles doubts his directing abilities.
"This place is a police state," Miles explains. "She's going to get the idea that you're plotting something, and then she'll go all 'Off with your heads!' " He affects a pompous attitude and a very bad British accent. It's barely recognizable as a Queen of Hearts impression, but that doesn't stop him from laughing to himself at his own joke.
Then he moves on, followed closely by the twins.
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THE RUBBER ROOM HALLWAY
Zig is alone, walking up and down the hallway. He can't go back to do icebreakers with a class he's no longer a part of, and he doesn't exactly feel like sitting in the library in his current state of frustration and abandonment. So he's just walking around aimlessly. Pacing, really.
The boy who we last saw leaving Pill's office turns the corner to see Zig walking up the hallway toward him. The boy's name is Ryan. He's older and fit, but shortish, without a lot of muscle mass. Compared to him, Zig looks like one of those thugs a supervillain hires to do all the beating-up. (Which, in truth, sounds a lot like Zig's recent past.)
Ryan eyes Zig with suspicion, taking in his negative expression and fast pace as he approaches. To Ryan, Zig's frustrated pacing looks a lot like he's on his way to get up to… something.
Spurred by his recent rejection, Ryan channels his uneasiness into bravado. "Hey, Rubber Room!" he calls. "Surprised they let you out alone."
Zig stops walking.
"Not that it matters now… Zig," Ryan says, reading the nametag still stuck to Zig's shirt. "The cameras'll catch whatever you're doing."
"I'm not doing anything. Just walking around."
"Sure, right. You think we don't know that you people are the whole reason we're all on lockdown these days?"
"That's not true."
"Heard there was a gang war here last year. Was that you, or were you just walking around then, too?"
Zig takes a threatening step toward him.
"That's what I thought," taunts Ryan.
Zig just keeps walking toward him, past him, around the corner.
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IN THE FRONT LOBBY OF DEGRASSI
A tall athletic boy, his back to us, is taping a big poster to one of the front windows of the school. He picks up another poster from the stack on the ground (we catch a brief glimpse of a "JUSTIN FOR PREZ" slogan) and moves to tape it to the next window.
"Justin," calls Ms. Pill's voice.
The boy turns around to see her approaching.
"Should I assume that I've forgotten the part where you got my permission to hang these?" she asks.
"I was getting around to that…" Justin says uneasily.
"This isn't the kind of behavior I'm looking for in a president."
"Are you actually going to approve any of us? Like, Ryan says you turned him down just because he wants to throw a back-to-school dance. That's crap!"
"Watch yourself, Justin."
Justin takes a quick, deep breath to calm his frustration.
"So if I go wait in your line and answer your questions, then you'll let me hang these up?" he asks.
"I don't think so."
"Wait, seriously? This is all it takes for me to get on your bad side?"
"It's not about my bad side, it's about who will be good for this school. Clearly, that's not you." She wastes no time sugarcoating it.
Nor does she waste any time waiting for a response. She turns and leaves in the same direction she came from. Justin's left standing there, holding an oversized picture of his own smiling face. He crumples it up, as the sound of Ms. Pill's high heels clacking down the hallway fades.
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YET ANOTHER HALLWAY
Zig is now sitting on a bench, an anchor point in this weird limbo. His hands are at his sides, grabbing the edge of the seat. His shoulders are tense. He's looking down at the ground in front of him.
"Zig?" a familiar voice calls.
Zig looks up. Maya's at the end of the hallway.
"What are you doing?" he asks.
"Going to use the music software in the computer lab."
Zig's still confused.
"I'm doing music theory now. Independent study, remember?" she prompts.
"Oh, right."
Maya walks toward his bench.
"What are you doing?"
"I got kicked out of the Rubber Room."
She's shocked. "What did you do?"
"Nothing!" he says defensively. "I was just sitting there, and then some counselor told me I wasn't in the class anymore."
She sits down on the bench next to him.
"So now I have nowhere to go," he finishes.
Maya misses that he means this on a greater scope than just 'nowhere to go for first period.'
"You could come study Beethoven with me…" she says, half-jokingly.
"I'd rather not." He can't quite find the motivation to make a joke in reply.
"Well… maybe they'll give you an independent study too? Something else you're interested in."
[SOUNDTRACK: "Best of You" by Foo Fighters, starting at about 0:40.]
Inspiration strikes Zig. "That's a great idea. You're so smart," he says affectionately.
Then he kisses her.
She quickly pulls away. "What are you doing? There's no PDA!"
"Nobody's watching," he assures her.
He leans in to kiss her again, and this time, she kisses him back. And behind her back, he very clearly gives the finger to a security camera that's pointed right at them.
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MS. PILL'S OFFICE
Pill returns from her expedition, still walking at a brisk pace. She reaches the office door, then turns to Tristan.
"You're next, Mr…"
"Milligan," he finishes.
"Alright, Mr. Milligan. And Zoe."
Ms. Pill's skepticism at seeing Zoe is noticed by both of the students.
"She's here for support," Tristan explains.
Ms. Pill nods. They all enter her office. Tristan hands her a piece of paper from the spiral notebook, then begins his rehearsed speech.
"The Drama Club is an essential part of Degrassi. It provides a creative force that our community depends on."
Ms. Pill cuts him off. "And it's also caused this school some serious problems. I see here," she indicates his notebook paper, "that you starred in 'Romeo and Jules.' I seem to remember that caused protests outside the school. Last year a wanted criminal showed up at the musical."
"But only because that musical was giving a potential delinquent a better way to spend his time," offers Zoe.
Ms. Pill sees Zoe's point.
"So I suppose you want to direct a drama production?"
Tristan nods.
"Well, it would have to be appropriate. No controversial material whatsoever."
Tristan is taken aback, feeling that she's using those recent events as an excuse for censorship.
"Maybe you could write some sort of relatable story about the people at this school, make it uplifting… something like 'Degrassi: The Musical.' "
Zoe takes over the pitch before Tristan can speak. "Actually, he has a show in mind already. No sex, no drugs, no controversy. Just the powerful story of a friendship that transcends boundaries."
Ms. Pill looks like she's waiting for the catch, and sure enough…
" 'Bring It On.' "
"I told you, Zoe," Ms. Pill says firmly, "Cheerleading is banned at this school, especially for you. I can assume that you'd be starring in this musical with all your cheerleader friends?"
"She doesn't have to star! Sh-she could stage manage!" Tristan suggests desperately.
"That's better," replies Ms. Pill. "Still, no cheerleading."
Zoe is irritated, Tristan disappointed.
"Come back when you have an idea we can work with?"
Tristan goes over to the window to look out at the line of students, which is still as long as ever. "But what if someone else gets in ahead of me?" he asks.
"You can try again next semester."
Tristan's focus shifts. Through the window, he now notices Miles and his siblings approaching Winston at his locker down the hall. He watches Miles for a second; suddenly, inspiration strikes. He whips back around.
"Picture this," he starts, gesturing excitedly. "We tumble down a rabbit hole and find ourselves in a strange new world. Cards are marching, cats are vanishing, caterpillars are sm- I mean, singing," he corrects hastily. "We travel with a young girl through tea parties and rose gardens, as everybody's asking her a question she doesn't quite know how to answer. 'Who are you?' It's a classic tale, perfect for theatrics: Alice In Wonderland."
"I could support that…" says Ms. Pill, lightening up a little. "Alright, Tristan, you have my permission to direct the show. With Zoe as your assistant." She scribbles something on a form on her desk and hands it to Tristan.
"Congratulations."
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AT WINSTON'S LOCKER
We're now watching what Tristan saw from another perspective. Winston's putting his new books into his locker, his back turned so he doesn't see the Hollingsworths approaching.
"Winston," says Miles.
Winston turns around with a smile on his face, until he spots Frankie standing next to Miles. The smile quickly becomes a tight-lipped glare in her direction.
"Don't you have somewhere else to be?" Miles asks his sister.
"You're the one who made us hang out with you all day," replies Frankie. But she walks away, further down the hall. Hunter isn't sure which sibling to stay with—two equally unpleasant options—but in the end he goes off with Frankie.
"So I guess there won't be a sequel to Captain Who?" Miles asks his friend.
"What?"
"Tristan said he's directing the play. I assume he's got something else in mind."
This is news to Winston, and he's not pleased. "Seriously? He's taking over drama club too?"
"What?"
"Wouldn't be the first time he took something that was mine first."
"Are you calling me a 'thing?' " asks Miles.
"I don't know… No, you're right, that was weird."
"What's wrong with you?"
Winston sighs. "I don't know."
"Well if it's about my sister, I really don't want to hear it."
Miles looks down the hallway at Frankie standing there with her arms crossed, looking a little forlorn, waiting for him to finish.
Winston tries to get his attention back. "Maybe I just need a new project too!"
"Sounds good. Let me know what you come up with," Miles absent-mindedly replies.
And he walks off to meet up with Frankie again.
Winston, feeling very slighted, turns back toward his locker to finish organizing. As he turns, however, he notices a Class Representative campaign poster taped to a locker near his own. An idea starts to develop, as the bell rings…
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MR. KAUFMAN'S OFFICE
Zig's sitting in a chair opposite the counselor's desk. His hands and shoulders are still tense with frustration.
Mr. Kaufman's voice is kind, but bewildered. "The remedial class isn't detention, Zig. You can't just get sent back there for acting out in the hallways. I assume that's what you were trying to accomplish?"
Zig doesn't respond.
"And besides, look at how you chose to break the rules. A kiss and a rude hand gesture?"
"You think I'm weak?" Zig starts to get defensive.
"No, clearly not. But I think you're learning how destructive it can be to use physical force. And that shows me that we made the right choice to take you out of the remedial class."
Zig realizes his only hope is to play Mr. Kaufman's own game—to reason with him.
"Look… I need to be in that class. For my own safety."
"The remedial class can't protect you from violence, Zig. But those security cameras you're so fond of? They can. We can watch for any sign of trouble, anywhere in this school."
"That's not what I meant."
But Zig's certainly not just going to spill all his feelings, especially to this man he just met who thinks he knows what's best for him. Instead, he just sits there, processing.
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A DIFFERENT HALLWAY
Having left Pill's office, Zoe and Tristan are walking to class. Zoe looks like she's seconds away from exploding at him, like she can't even deal with him right now.
But when she does speak, she doesn't raise her voice. Channeling her disbelief through an even tone, it comes out as pure spite.
"So. Does your genius idea come with a plan to convince a full cast of high schoolers to act out a Disney story?"
"It'll be cool! Artsy costumes, trippy scenery… not Disney at all."
"Tell me you didn't suggest this just because Miles made that stupid joke."
"And it's perfect for someone who's fond of drug-induced adventures," he points out.
"I'm sure he'll be so impressed." The sarcasm is strong.
"Wait, are you mad at me for being into Miles? If you don't want to be with him, you can't keep him away from everyone else."
They've reached the door of the classroom.
"You know what? I left something in my locker." She turns around and walks back the way they came. Tristan's not fooled: it's really just a flimsy excuse to storm off angrily.
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OUTSIDE THE CAFETERIA, SEVERAL HOURS LATER
Maya's standing by the entrance to the caf, waiting for Zig. He walks up to her.
"Hey," she says, worried. "What did that counselor do?"
Zig shrugs. "He still thinks I'm an angel."
"Did you figure out what class you're doing instead?"
"Not yet."
"You okay?"
He nods, not very enthusiastically.
"Hey, I'm really proud of you."
"For what?" he asks, like the question's been building up inside him all day. "You guys seem to think I've got it all together now, like after Vince went to jail I didn't have any more problems. Everyone else still sees me as a criminal, no matter what I do to fix it."
"What do you think?"
"I think… I'm trying. But everything that happened today isn't exactly helping."
"We're not gonna disappear just because we're not all in class together, dummy," she says, almost laughing with relief at how baseless his fears are.
But although returning to the wild is clearly good for Maya, Zig's still not sure he can say the same for himself.
"So, lunch?" She gestures toward the cafeteria doors.
"I think I have a better idea."
He takes her hand and leads her past the cafeteria and down the hallway…
We now see them sitting at a table in the Rubber Room, eating lunch and goofing off. Zig finally looks relaxed again. Although that sense of consistency and familiarity the Rubber Room gives him has probably been taken away, for a moment he can pretend nothing's changed. This is still his place.
And as they eat, that same voice comes over the P.A. system again.
"Hey there, Degrassi. The first day of school isn't over yet, but we already have news about your new Student Council. This year, we've had an unusual number of candidates running for office unopposed. So without further ado, allow me to announce your new Student Council President… Yasmin Ebrahimi! And your new Student Council Secretary and Treasurer… Winston Chu and Heather Ferris!"
Maya looks confused for a moment, but it quickly passes.
"So be sure to vote for your class representatives tomorrow! Have a great day, Degrassi."
And on the two of them, in Zig's safe space, the picture fades to black.
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[Next time, on Degrassi: Really, though, what's up with Grace? Meanwhile, a rebellion begins.]
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(AUTHOR'S NOTE EDITED JULY '16)
I did a lot of the planning for this fic before we knew anything about what would happen in Next Class, so unless I specifically mention it, the events of Next Class didn't inspire or affect my writing. There are already a few similarities, which are cool coincidences.
One thing so far was inspired by Next Class: Yasmin is loosely based on the original casting description for Goldi. Now that we know more about Goldi, it's clear that they aren't the same person. I borrowed the idea of a driven, ambitious Muslim girl with a sense for social justice. But beyond that, Yasmin's different- for instance, her appearance, fashion sense, some beliefs, and mannerisms are not the same as Goldi's.
But like, the idea of giving Zig and Maya no classes together? The idea of putting Tristan in charge of a school organization? Even the idea of making Yasmin the Student Council President? Those were all in place well before "Next Class" aired. I feel like the Degrassi writers and I are on the same brain waves sometimes.
I have so many things planned for this season. I can't wait for you to read them.
P.S. I'm using a mix of 80's and 90's songs for episode titles. This episode is brought to you by Janet Jackson.
P.P.S. Spot the super old Degrassi TNG reference!