Authors Note: As many of you may be aware, Degrassi seasons 6 and 7 outlined the 2006-2007 school year and seasons 8 and 9 outlined the 2007-2008 school year. This means that the last graduating class was the class of 2008. For some reason, writers have decided to place season 10 in the current school year (2010-2011), meaning that characters who were only a year behind the previous graduating class are now graduating later than intended. Seeing as this makes no sense to me, I have decided to treat this fanfiction based on original graduation years. This means that, unlike in the show, characters such as Sav, Holly J., and Anya are part of the class of 2009; Drew and Bianca are in the class of 2010; Clare, Jenna, K.C, Connor, Alli, Eli, Adam, etc. are in the class of 2011. Angela Jeremiah was part of the class of 2014, based on her age at the start of the series.

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to any of the Degrassi series (especially the earlier ones seeing as I was born in 1991). (Plus, I would not have screwed around with the timeline like the writers did). I also do not take credit for the characters in this fanfiction. I do, however, take credit for my writing and the current state of the characters during the time this story takes place. I also take credit for the history of my own character(s).

Author's Note: Seeing as the episode titles for episodes of Degrassi come from song titles, I am taking my chapter titles from song titles as well. Most of them will be from Christian artists, but a few will be from earlier decades (Pre-1990s) and showtunes/theme songs.

High School (Superchic[k])

Some things are just wrong.

Not in an illegal or immoral sense, nor in a gross, disgusting one. "Wrong" in that slightly irritating and extremely ironic way.

Being a high school senior and wandering around school aimlessly on the first day of school is just wrong.

It seemed like everybody else knew where they were going. Even the younger looking students, freshmen she presumed, seemed confident in their surroundings.

Maybe freshman orientation is useful for something around here, she smiled at the thought. Her freshman orientation had a tour of the school where they were paraded through the hallways from class to class with little time to process the school's layout. Not that anybody could figure out where the classrooms were with the long, twisted, zig-zagged paths they took. It wasn't until school started that she realized how tiny the school really was, and that the path from her English class to her Algebra 1 class was not a 3 minute walk through the school, but a 20 second walk down the hall.

She wasn't too surprised that she had absolutely no clue where she was going. She was grateful she even found the campus. Although, not finding the campus would not qualify as being "wrong." No, it would probably be more of an example of "downright pathetic," seeing as the school was easily seen from her bedroom window.

Surprised? No. Stressed? Absolutely.

Sure, she was new, but at her previous school she was chastised for arriving to a couple classes a few seconds late on the first day of her freshman year. For some reason, teachers were not so sympathetic when it came to slightly frightened, and extremely lost, freshmen. As a senior, it was only natural to assume that the teachers would be less forgiving.

"You lost or something?" she looked to her right to see someone standing next to her. He had blue eyes, short blonde hair, and a slight smirk on his face, indicating he thought the idea of a senior being lost to be somewhat comical- though he hesitated to admit to it. "What homeroom are you in?"

A quick glance at the paper, and she replied: "Media Immersion."

"Oh. That's my homeroom too. I'll show you where it is."

"Alright, thanks."

"What's your name anyway?"

"It's Selah."

"Jack," He glanced down the hall and waved at a figure in the distance.

The figure, a girl, picked up her pace. She was short, just over five feet tall. Her long, dark hair was pulled back in a single french braid. She wore the same khaki colored pants Selah and Jack wore, but her polo was red, while the other two sported blue shirts.

"Hey, Is," Jack wrapped his arm around his friend's shoulder for a quick, friendly hug before retreating. "How was your summer?"

"Nothing exciting. Who's your friend?"

Jack cracked a sly smile. "Oh. I just found her wandering around like a little lost puppy. Think my parents will let me keep her."

"Ha-ha," Isabella rolled her eyes sarcastically.

"Selah. I just moved here last week."

"My name's Isabella, but people cal me 'Is,' 'Izzy,' 'Belle,' 'Bella,'"

"Or Bellhop," Jack added with a smirk.

Isabella scowled. "I broke my ankle a couple years ago, and Jacky-boy here decided to make a little joke about how I had to hop around on crutches for two months."

Jack shot Isabella a dirty look at the reference to his childhood nickname as Isabella smiled smugly.

Selah wriggled her right hand under her left sleeve and lightly scratched her upper arm. For a brief moment, none of them spoke.

"So, who do you have for homeroom this year?" Jack broke the silence.

Isabella's response was less-than enthusiastic: "Kwan," she rolled her eyes. "You want a little advice?"

Selah shrugged, "I guess."

"Learn to like Shakespeare. I think if she were 500 years younger she would've married the guy."

"Wait, you mean she isn't half-a millennium old?" Jack chuckled. "Wow. I just thought she looked really young for her age or something."

Isabella just smiled. "I probably should get going. If I'm late, 'Mrs. William Shakespeare' will have my head."

"And in a few years, after it rots and decomposes, it can be used as a prop for Hamlet."

Selah just closed her eyes and sighed, while Isabella's nose wrinkled in disgust.

This time, it was Jack's turn to flash a silent, but not so subtle smile of victory. It was just a small bit of revenge for the nickname incident. Now, they were even.

"We probably should be going too," Jack told Selah as he nodded to Isabella who was headed down the hall just quickly enough to avoid being stopped for running inside the school building.

Figures, Selah sighed to herself when she realized the Media Immersion classroom was just around the corner. Once again, she was lost as a result of not knowing a direct route to the classroom. True, Degrassi was a lot larger than her last school, but she knew it would feel smaller when she learned the layout of the campus.

"Good morning, students," A middle-aged Asian woman looked from behind her clipboard. "Please sit down alternating genders. If you are a girl, I do not want you sitting directly next to or across from another girl."

"Come on," Jack's voice was soft in order to avoid attracting attention among the chatter of the other classmates. "These are the best seats in the classroom. Let's snag them before someone else does."

Selah sighed again, this time out of relief. The stress of finding a place to sit was lessened- at least for this period.

"Mr. Macland, Ms. Enders," the teacher addressed two students who were sitting next to each other with fingers intertwined. "Don't make me separate you two."

Selah watched the couple's hands slowly separate.

"They're really strict when it comes to the whole 'no PDA' rule," Jack whispered. "At least when there are teachers around."

Typical high school rebellion. Selah thought about voicing her opinion, but quickly decided against it. Personally, she was fine with a no PDA rule. Her youth pastor's wife told a story about how she asked a couple making out at a mall if they were trying to make a baby. Ever since then, she couldn't help mentally referring to those couples-the ones who never seem to come up for air- as "baby-makers."

"Good morning students," Selah's thoughts were interrupted by the television. The computer lab became almost silent. "I hope you had a good summer. To begin, I would like to review the school's Code of Conduct for any new students, or for students who may have forgotten the rules over break. As you should know, we have a strict dress code that must be followed at all times. If you have not received your uniform, please stop by the office after home room to pick one up. You will be expected to change into your shirt immediately after getting it. Please remember that if you do not come to school wearing your uniform, you will be sent home for the day."

The announcement continued, outlining rules about keeping large backpacks in lockers, public displays of affection, being unsupervised in the classroom, drugs, weapons, and even viewing certain content on the computers.

None of the rules shocked Selah, though she was not a huge fan of having to carry her books in her arms all day. With any luck, her schedule would allow for more than just before and after school trips to her locker.

"Pictures will be taken today, and photo will be distributed at the end of the week. You must wear them at all times."

With that, almost all of the girls- and even a few of the boys- groaned in unison.

"Please note that these pictures are for I.D. purposes only."

A few seemed relieved.

"I would also like to bring up another issue regarding the school uniform policy. I am pleased to announce that your overall final marks have been at one of the highest levels in almost twenty years. Because of this, the school board has decided to allow 'Casual Fridays' on a probationary basis. Uniforms are not required, but you will not have the liberty to wear whatever you would like. There will be no visible undergarments. Shirts must have sleeves. Girls will not be allowed to wear anything that reveals cleavage or does not cover the midriff. Shorts, skirts, and dresses must fall below the knee, and open-toed shoes or shoes with heels will not be permitted. In addition, any graphics that relate to drug paraphernalia, gangs, or violence are not permitted. Failure to abide by these rules will result in cancellation of 'Casual Friday' for the remainder of the year."

Any cheers were quickly hushed by the teacher, as the announcements continued, discussing student activities, scheduling conflicts, and other more generalized announcements. At this point, it seemed as if the few who were paying attention lost interest.

Had anyone asked, Selah would have confessed that those were the longest school announcements in history. She glanced at the printout of her schedule; there was still plenty of time left in homeroom even after the eternal announcements finally ended.

"Alright then," the teacher quickly interrupted the chattering that emerged as soon as the television screen turned black. "Now, for those of you who don't know. I am your homeroom and Media Immersion teacher, Mrs. Oh. Now for attendance," her voice faded as she flipped through pages on her clipboard. "Alright. Wanda Anderson?"

"Here!"

"Frieda Claxton?"

"Here."

"Daniel Cross?"

"Here."

"Blanche Devaraux?...Rose Nylund?... Sophia Petrillo? Dorothy Zbornak...?" Names were rattled off one by one in alphabetical order, save for a few names that were obviously added onto the class roster late.

"Jack Simpson?"

Jack cringed. "I'm here," he replied in a monotone voice.

"Selah Hollingsworth?"

"Here," she looked at the annoyed expression on Jack's face. "Simpson? As in..?"

"That TV show with the yellow-skinned cartoon characters," Jack joked, shaking his head. "Yes. I'm the principal's son. I try not to make a big deal out of that one. Somehow, rule changes that came into effect when I was seven became my responsibility as soon as I entered grade nine."

Selah rolled her eyes and shrugged, as she turned her attention back to Mrs. Oh. Same old back to school routine. Class policies and overviews, required materials... Welcome to senior year, Say. Now entering the last year of Hell.