Author's Note: Hey, guys! I'm working on a new story called To Save a Life: Degrassi Edition. Before I start the story, a few things need to be addressed.

1) This story is based off of the movie To Save a Life. If you haven't seen it, I highly recommend you watch it. It is a truly incredible and inspiring movie, which is why I wanted to write this fanfiction. This story has a very powerful message and I'm so excited to share it with you.

2) I DO NOT OWN THE MOVIE "TO SAVE A LIFE" OR THE TELEVISION SHOW "DEGRASSI"!

2) One of the Degrassi characters I am using in this story is Katie Matlin. However, this is the Katie from BEFORE DREW MADE HER CRAZY! This is the preppy, student council version of Katie.

3) I know I said that the most I would write in my fanfictions, but I am following the storyline of this movie pretty closely except for a few things that I had to change. This being said, I am going to have to write about a couple "going all the way." Please know that I am only doing this because it is absolutely required for the movie, so it is also required for the story.

For those of you who actually read this, thank you for doing so. I hope you enjoy the story!

~You'veGotMeAndJesus

Chapter One (Dallas P.O.V.)

"We are gathered here today to remember the life of Campbell Jonathan Saunders. Although Campbell was only here for a short time, he lives on in all of our hearts," I heard the preacher say as I was standing in front of my former best friend's casket. I was barely listening to what he was saying as my own thoughts were racing at a rapid speed. I was so focused on these thoughts that I didn't realize that the funeral was over. I looked around to see that the only person still in the vicinity was Elizabeth Saunders, Campbell's mother. Unsure of how she would feel about my lingering presence, I decided to turn and walk away. Unfortunately, I stepped on a leaf in the midst of my pursuit.

"Dallas?" she questioned, getting my attention. As I turned back around, I saw her grief-stricken face, which was enough to make me cry myself. I couldn't imagine the pain she was feeling. I've lost loved ones before too, but this is different. You see, this wasn't the first funeral of her own child that she had been to.

The source of all our problems began when I was twelve and Cam was around ten. Cam had an older brother, Charlie, who was my age and we were best friends. One day we were all hanging out at their house. Both of their parents were working and the babysitter was asleep on the couch. Everything was fine until Charlie got the bright idea to play cops and robbers. We were short a gun and we happened to come across their dad's gun cabinet. He had apparently just gone hunting the day before and forgot to lock the cabinet back up when he returned. Since we were short a gun, Cam grabbed a gun and we went outside.

Their dad had told them dozens of times not to touch his guns, but Campbell was convinced that as long as he didn't pull the trigger, he would be fine. However, there was a slight flaw in his plan. I was chasing Cam around the yard trying to get him sent to jail when he tripped. Due to the shock of the fall, Cam accidentally pulled the trigger. Unfortunately, Charlie was standing a few feet in front of him. Cam pulled the trigger at just the right moment to hit his only brother square in the chest. When the babysitter heard the gunshot, she hastily called an ambulance. Sadly, Charlie went into cardiac arrest and died in pursuit to the hospital. Campbell never forgave himself…and neither did I.

"Dallas?" Elizabeth called again, arousing me from my thoughts. I let out an audible sigh and began walking over to her.

"Hello, Mrs. Saunders." She rested her hand on my shoulder and once again began to speak.

"I'm glad you're here, Dallas. It really means a lot. Especially after everything that's happened," she explained, a long awkward silence following. "Have you been in contact with him lately? Did he tell you anything that might have been some sort of sign?"

I wanted to tell her he talked to me. I wanted to tell her, 'Yeah, I talked to him yesterday and he seemed fine.' No matter how much I wanted to be able to say that, I couldn't. I just wanted to be able to say something that would ease my guilt. I wanted to be able to say that I had no idea why Campbell Saunders did what he did. But that would be a lie. I knew exactly why he did it.

After everyone heard about the incident, no one wanted to be around Cam. Charlie was a pretty popular guy; everyone liked him, including his teachers. He had a lot of friends and a lot of fans, so needless to say, not too many people were fans of Cam. None of the kids talked to him. The only contact they made with him was when they shoved him in the hallways and spat in his face. Even his own parents could barely look at him anymore. Even if I wanted to forgive him, which I didn't, I couldn't; I'd be in just as bad of a place socially as he was.

I should have just forgiven him. Sure Charlie was my best friend, but Cam didn't mean to do it. He didn't deserve to be shunned by the entire city. I should have said something when the rest of the teammates were so hard on him. I should have done something! Anything! Maybe that would have prevented me from saying what I had to say next. "No, Mrs. Saunders, I haven't spoken to him since I was twelve years old."