Hello! This is another new story! I have just been in a Camaya state of mind for forever now, and I'm sure all of you Camaya lovers are okay with that.

I'm pretty sure I read a story on here with a similar concept quite a while ago, but I don't think the author ever finished it so I'm going to go ahead and write this. Please let me know if I should continue.

Disclaimer: I do not own degrassi.

"It's a great opportunity for your brother! Blah! Blah! Blah!" I mimic my parents as I bring the last of my boxes into Katie's room. I absolutely love that I am being forced to share a room with my sister for a freaking year just so Trevor can be on some stupid hockey team! Not!

It might get him into the big leagues my butt! I don't care how good he thinks he is. My older brother will never be a pro hockey player. I bet the only reason they even put him on the team was so they would have more willing host families for all of the stupid hockey obsessed buttheads.

I don't want to share my house with a total stranger. I am a blossoming teenage girl for crying out loud. What are my parents thinking bringing in a boy that they don't even know?

He could be a total creep who tries to peep at my sister and I. Well, more likely my sister. She's the pretty one. I'm just an awkward, flat chested, glasses wearing, frizzy haired cello geek.

Regardless, it's not fair that I have to change my life around so that a stranger can come live with us in MY room. You'd think that they would have him share a room with Trevor, but nope! "Campbell" gets my room, and I am living with Katie in hers until she goes to college next year.

The only plus to all of this is that I'll get Katie's room to myself after she leaves, and it is significantly bigger than mine. In the mean time I am pretty sure Katie is going to hate me more than she already does because she's pretty pissed about the new living arrangements too.

I set the box of picture frames and other trinkets on my bed which was put in here by my dad and brother earlier. I don't know where my parents expect me to put my stuff. Katie's closet is filled with her stuff and my dresser can only hold so much.

My mom told Katie to clear out half of her closet for me, but of course… she hasn't yet. It's going to be really difficult to clear all of my stuff out of my closet if I don't have anywhere to put it.

"Maya, I thought I told you to empty your closet!" my dad yells from my old bedroom.

"I would have it done already, but Katie didn't make any room in hers, and I don't know where to put it!" I say walking across the upstairs family room into my old room.

"He's coming in two days and we still haven't painted or put the furniture together. Put it in the office closet for now!" he instructs with a serious tone pointing to the closet full of clothes.

"But dad" I argue irritated. "But nothing, Maya" he scolds pointing his finger at me. I roll my eyes at him as I stomp obnoxiously over to my closet before grabbing as many garments as I can carry and taking them all the way down to the basement where the stupid office is.

"This is so unfair!" I groan as I carry my fifth and last trip of clothes down the basement stairs.

Seriously though, why didn't my dad turn his office into a bedroom for the hockey kid? It would have been a lot easier for everyone if my dad sacrificed his home office rather than my room. He's the one who cares about Trevor's hockey crap anyway.

I'm sure he would prefer to live down here rather than upstairs with all of us. I mean it's quieter down here. There's a window. He would have a lot more privacy and his own half bathroom. Heck, I wouldn't mind living down here… Okay, yes I would. It's a bit creepy at night when everyone else is on a different floor, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind.

"Is it empty?" my father asks curiously raising an eyebrow at me as I come up the stairs and go into my new shared room.

"Yep!" I assure irritated as I take my jewelry box as well as 2 picture frames out of the box and transfer them onto my dresser that was also moved this morning. That's as good as it's going to get.

"Hey Maya, you wanna help us paint?" my older brother asks me with a grin standing in the doorway.

"No thanks!" I reply aggravated sitting on my bed with a pout adorning my face. "What's wrong did you finally get your period?" he asks jokingly starting to walk in. I scoff at him and throw the empty cardboard box sitting next to me at him while yelling "Get out!"

"Okay then..." he says cautiously stepping out taking the box with him. "Someone is turning into Katie!" he says in a singsong voice as he goes to my old room to help my father paint.

"Ugh!" I sigh angrily falling back on my bed. Why does everything have to change like this now? I'm nervous enough about starting high school without the added pressures of sharing a room with my sister and having a strange boy living across the family room.

Alright, is it worth continuing?