:: DEGRASSI ::
CHAPTER 001: "Come As You Are (1)"
PLOT A: Marisol Lewis
"Ugh.", Marisol let out as she and Katiewere walking down the sidewalk. "What?", Katie asked as she turned around and noticed that Marisol had stopped in her tracks. "Oh, nothing, I just realized that our break is almost over." Marisol stated. "Degrassi's not that bad, Mare" Katie whispered as Marisol looked at the girl as if she was crazy. "Are you serious, Katie?" Marisol asked as Katie continued to walk, "The only thing I look forward to when we go back is picking up where we left off", Marisol said, referring to the two running the school as president and vice president.
"Oh, that reminds me." Katie began as she continued to walk, but Marisol was too busy looking at an ad of some sort and had stopped walking. "We have to meet Simpson at Degrassi tomorrow, especially if we want to convince him that we need a prom" Katie stated as she realized Marisol wasn't walking behind her, "Mare?" Katie asked as she realized her friend was staring at something; she decided to make her way over to her. Marisol then realized Katie had came over to her, "See this is what I want!" Marisol shouted as she looked at Katie and pointed to the ad, not realizing that she had just pointed to the wrong one.
Katie looked it over, she became a little confused when Marisol had pointed to an ad for shoes, "Um. Mare. Don't get me wrong, but don't you think it's a little too late for Christmas shopping?" Katie said, smiling a little. Marisol shared a confused look with the girl and then realized she touched the wrong ad, "What? Katie, this!" Marisol said as she rip the ad off of the board and held it with a smile, "I want this." Marisol repeated. "What? to be on some dance crew?" Katie asked as she started to walk away."Katie, not just any dance crew, these are the Dolls." Marisol stated as she got in front of Katie.
"Your point?" Katie asked, with a small smile. "My point? My point is that they're an elite crew Katie and it would mean the world to me if I got in!" Marisol said, with a smile as she started to read over the paper. Katie looked at her friend, she knew how it was to want something, look at her and soccer. "Fine. But you better sign up, because it looks like every other girl wants to be a Doll" Katie said as she turned Marisol around. Marisol hadn't realized what Katie meant until she saw over twenty girls signing up at a table. Marisol gave a weak smile and a look of determination as she made her way in the line.
PLOT B: Clare Edwards
"Well, I just can't wait to come home tomorrow" Clare whispered over the phone. "Oh come on, I'm sure the vacation with your dad wasn't that bad" Jake commented over the phone. "Ugh, try horrible, you know, he hasn't even told his side of the family about the divorce" Clare added. "Wait, what?" Jake asked, wondering if they should've figured it out by now. "I know, you would think that they would say something, especially since my mom isn't here." Clare added to Jake's confusion even more. "Well I should probably go, you know who wants to spend the day together" Jake states, trying to respect Clare's wishes to not mention Jenna's name.
Clare sighed a little, "Jake look, it took an emotional breakdown for me to realize how childish I was, it's okay to mention Jenna's name." Clare said, making a face of regret, but she went through with it. Jake smiled a little, "Well someone's matured over what...three weeks?" Jake asked, being funny. "Ha ha, very funny, but yeah I'm definitely more mature now" Clare added. "Bye Jake." Clare whispered as Jake smiled on the other end of the phone and hung up. Clare hung up the phone as well and put on a fake smile as she made her way out of the room.
PLOT C: Tristan Milligan
"Tori. He's got a buzz cut." Tristan stated as Tori started to look over the boy they were rating, "Oh, you're right, he's kind of cute." Tori stated, agreeing with Tristan as they both began to sip their coffee. "So." Tristan stated, putting his coffee down, "School's this week, any plans for the Santamaria-Milligan takeover?" Tristan asked. At that exact moment Zig had just walked into the dot, "Yeah, anything that doesn't involve Zig Novak" Tori stated as she continued to sip. Tristan looked at her, "Hon. He dumped you, that was his loss" Tristan stated as he realized that a guy was looking him over. Tristan couldn't help but look back for a quick second and then turn his attention back to Tori.
"What was that?" Tori asked. "What?" Tristan asked, ignoring her question. "I could've sworn you and that guy just kissed with your eyes" Tori stated as she started to snicker a little. Tristan looked back and the guy was still staring, "Well, it looks like he's interested." Tristan whispered, Tori looked at him. Tristan then looked back and the guy motioned for him to come over, Tristan smiled, "He's definitely interested." he whispered. Tori smiled as her friend started to walk over to the boy.
She then watched as Tristan was handed a piece of paper, she smiled and Tristan came back over. "What's that?" Tori asked. "His number" Tristan said, with a fake smile. "See there you said he was interested." Tori stated, but Tristan looked at her, "Yeah he's interested. In you." Tristan said, handing Tori the slip of paper. "Oh," Tori whispered as she looked at Tristan's face, which was full of failure, like he had been stabbed in the back.
PLOT A: Marisol Lewis
Marisol and Katie are standing outside of Degrassi as Katie is changing the marquee to read 'Welcome back Degrassi'. "Ring you stupid phone." Marisol whispered as she started to pace back and forth. Katie looked up for a second and snickered a little, Marisol glared at the girl, "I'm glad you find this amusing" Marisol stated. "Mare, come on I'm sorry." Katie said, "It's just you reminded me of how desperate I was to make that soccer team" Katie stated as she realized that desperate wasn't the best word to use. Marisol was about to say something until her phone rang, "Hello?" Marisol said as she answered the phone. Katie stopped what she was doing to notice that Marisol's facial expression had started to become full of excitement.
"Okay, thanks" Marisol stated as she hung up the phone and looked at Katie, whom was standing now. "They said that I can come audition!" Marisol shouted as she was pulled into a hug by Katie, "Mare that's great. When?" Katie said all in one breath. "Now." Marisol said as she realized that she would have to bail on Katie. "Hey, that's okay, I'll take care of Simpson myself." Katie stated. "You sure?" Marisol asked as she started to grab her purse. "Positive, now go, show them your moves" Katie stated as she watched Marisol make her way into her car and drive off.
PLOT B: Clare Edwards
Clare made her way downstairs and saw her father talking to a woman with blonde curly hair, she looked at her aunt, "Who's that?" Clare asked. "Aw. That's Trisha Davenport, she's your father's old flame" her aunt replied. Randall and Trisha started to laugh in unison. "Well what's she doing here?" Clare asked. "She heard that your father was coming here for a family gathering and she figured that she'd stop by, thank god your mom's not here, right?" her aunt said. "Yeah...thank God." Clare whispered as she stared at her father in disgust.
She swore to herself that she was more mature now, so she wasn't going to handle the situation by having another emotional break down. But, how could her father just sit there and put on a facade like he's still dating her mother. Plus, he's flirting with another woman, Clare knew that the truth had to come out, one way or another. Basically, if he wasn't going to say anything, she was.
PLOT C: Tristan Milligan
Tristan was watching as Tori and the boy continued to talk, Tori then headed back over to Tristan, "Ugh, you ready to go." Tori asked. "Yep," Tristan said, with a fake smile. "Sorry, it's just Jackson's great, he wants to know everything about me" Tori said as she stood up, "I'm going to the ladies' room, brb!" she shouted with extra pep in her step. Tristan couldn't help but feel as if Tori was going to abandon him for yet another guy. Tristan's thoughts had been interrupted when Jackson had made his way over.
"Sorry, Tori's in the bathroom." Tristan whispered. "I know, I saw her leave, I wanted to talk to you." Jackson stated as Tristan became confused. "I couldn't help but notice that you felt a little down about me asking your friend out" Jackson stated. Tristan looked at him and gave his famous 'oh really' smile, "What gave it away" he whispered. Jackson placed his hand over Tristan's, "I just want you to know that I'm willing to be shared, call me." Jackson whispered in Tristan's ear as he left the dot. Tristan couldn't help but smile a little, but he also couldn't believe that he had to keep this away from Tori.
But, he also didn't realize that Zig was watching the whole thing from his table in the far corner.
PLOT A: Marisol Lewis
"Music!" a woman stated, which meant it was time for Marisol to stop dancing. Marisol finished her routine and looked back up at the woman, "Yes, um, we've reached the decision" the woman whispered. Marisol looked at her, "Well, you see you've got talent it's just, you're not what we're looking for, sorry" the woman stated as Marisol looked at the woman and the guys, "Oh sorry." Marisol stated as she left. She couldn't believe that her routine wasn't good enough for them. She had worked hard on that routine and for them to say that it wasn't what they were looking for was like a punch in the face.
Marisol realized that she had left her cd in the radio, so she had to go back in and get it. Marisol continued to walk as she reached the door, she then heard snickers and couldn't make out what was going on, but she could hear pieces of the conversation between the so called judges. "Can you believe her, I mean she's got the talent, but she's just not the right person" the woman repeated. "Carol, you should've told her that if she was lighter than she would've made it in" the man added as all three started to laugh again. Marisol couldn't believe what she was hearing. She hadn't got the part because of her skin color, because they're racist.
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