Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi or any character affiliated with the show. If I did, I would be a much happier person (: I do, however, own Leigh.
Warning: Contains femslash.
Introduction – Dear Diary
Paige~
It was intense, romantic and a little scary. Okay, a lot scary. I had never even contemplated the idea of being with a girl that way. Alex was just so… well, intense, romantic and a little scary. I was fascinated with her far before I really knew her. Once I did, really get to know her that is, I knew I had fallen in love. All the flirting, sexy dancing, and that sweet, confusing kiss made it clear. I was in love, simple as that. With a girl. Being with her was all I said it was, but it was also short. Love with Alex was like life, fleeting. Here today, gone tomorrow, and all those other clichés. There is still a jump in my heart when I catch a glimpse of her picture or the utterance of her beautiful name. A little of her will always be with me. Since Alex, I have never been with another girl, and I don't plan to.
Alex~
I have never been attracted to anyone with a dick. Not a day in my life. Sure, I've had my fair share of the dopes we call men. I though, "Hey maybe it's because I haven't met the right guy, yet" but, I've come to realize I'm never gonna get my knight in shinning armor. No. I'm too busy staring at the princess. Princess Paige, I always thought of her that way. My princess here to save me from all these low lifers! A gorgeous princess at that, she was everything I wasn't and a little of what I was making her the most unique, beautiful person on God's green earth. I was never really in love with her though; I was in love with the feeling of being needed.
Ellie~
Men suck. Men suck eggs. They suck eggs with a deep, burning passion. To them, I am never, ever enough. And it sucks, a lot. Either I'm not a guy (Marco), I'm easily left (Sean), simply not wanted (Craig), or not enough (Jesse). Could it be that I'm boring? I mean really… I don't see how. I can be an emotional train wreck at times. I have some major issues, including an alcoholic, abusive mother and a serious problem involving razors and wrists. That's not exactly boring, now is it? Only… maybe that's what it is. Maybe I'm too scary for these pussy guys. I need someone strong to handle me.
Leigh~
Have you seen me? I'm sure you have. I'm that person you can't really tell if I'm a guy or girl, but wouldn't give a damn either way. Sure, I have what some would call friends, but there's really no one who knows the real, honest me. I tend to get lost in the shuffle, a part of the background, nearly invisible. I don't keep anyone close, or let anyone in. No one has really interested me enough to want to. In reality, I'm more alone than the emo kid; at least the emo gets picked on. He's paid some attention. I, on the other hand, am totally and completely ignored. Like the moon in daylight, always there but rarely seen. I need my nightfall to save me from it all.