Clare:

I wake up right on schedule. I walk over to my closet and pick out my outfit for the day. Once I'm dressed and my makeup is on, I look over my schedule for the week. As usual it's filled to the max, but at least this week I'm busy with going on our school trip to Cuba. A few of us students are heading there to help rebuild schools for the local kids. I look at the time and see that I'm running late. I sigh and run to my car and drive to school. Once I park, I see my friends Alli and Bianca walking up to me.

"Hey guys." I smile at them.

"Hey." They both say and wave. We walk in the school together and I head to my locker. As I'm looking through my things to see which books I need, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I look over and see Drew Torres smiling at me.

"Hey, Clare What's up?" He asks

"Oh, nothing much." I say.

"Sweet, so you're going on the trip right?" He asks. I nod and look at him.

"Cool, that means we can hang out." He says.

"Yeah, sure." I smile at him. He smiles and walks away. I turn back to my locker to grab my English and Science book, when I hear a squeal from none other than Alli.

"What?" I ask her.

"Drew Torres!" She says." Drew freaking Torres, the Quarterback of Degrassi High, basically just asked you out!" She says excitedly." You, Clare Edwards might just get laid on this trip."

I roll my eyes and shut my locker. "You're so weird and no I'm not getting laid okay?" I say and start walking toward my next class.

"Oh, come on Clare, Drew is hot and was totally hitting on you, you can not pass this up." She says.

"She's right you know." Bianca says. I sigh and look at them." Yes, he's good looking and yes, he did say he wanted to hang out with me on the trip, but nothing is going to happen. We're all going to busy with building and everything, not much free time to hang out or to get laid." I say.

"We'll talk about this later Edwards." Alli says. I laugh and shake my head before walking in and taking my seat in English.


Eli:

I hit my alarm's snooze button three times this morning, before actually getting up. I walk over and pick something out to wear before grabbing some breakfast and sitting down to play some video games. Just before I'm about to finish the level the screen goes black.

"What the –" I say confused before I hear my dad's voice.

"You're going to be late for school." He says. I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, Dad I know." I sigh and grab my bag before heading out the door. I get to school right as the bell rings. I walk straight in to English and to my seat. Just as I'm sure that Ms. Dawes didn't see me come in late, she calls out my name.

"Mr. Goldsworthy, have you forgotten what time my English class begins?" She asks.

"No, Ma'am, my car wouldn't start this morning." I lie.

"Well perhaps you should get that checked so you are no longer late for my class." She says.

"Yeah, perhaps." I say to her sarcasm dripping from my voice. She just shakes her head and goes back to whatever she was teaching about.

"ALL STUDENTS WHO WILL BE ATTENDING THE CUBA TRIP PLEASE REPORT TO THE GYM AT THIS TIME FOR THE INFORMATIONAL MEETING." Mr. Simpson says over the intercom. I quickly get out of my seat and grab my things and hurry out the door. As I do, I run into someone.

"Oh, sorry." She says.

I look over and see Clare Edwards. She's the one that literally has everything in her life on paper and tons of friends,basically my complete opposite. I just walk past her and into the gym. I take my seat and roll my eyes at the people who are going on this trip. I talk to none of these people and the only reason I'm going on this trip is because of my dad. He said it would look great on my college applications. I roll my eyes thinking about the talk we had about this.

In the middle of my thinking, I hear an annoying voice and look over and see Alli Bhandari talking to Clare Edwards about something as they walk in. Drew Torres walks in after them and wraps his arm around Clare's shoulder. I happen to see an uncomfortable look on her face as he does, but I just look toward the front to Mr. Simpson talking.

After about two hours of a pointless meeting, talking about everything we're going to be doing and what our rules are, we are dismissed to our next classes. Luckily, mine is lunch. I walk in the cafeteria and sit at a table and take out my apple. I take out the newest edition of "Gothic Tales", that I bought yesterday and start reading it. A few minutes into my reading, I feel as if someone is staring at me. This really isn't out of the ordinary, I mean if I was like most of the kids here and saw someone like me I would stare too, however, this stare felt different. I look up and look around the room and meet eyes with the red-headed girl I ran into this morning.