Clare glanced down, once again, at the paper that had been slipped into her hand moments ago. She continued to look for room 114. Media Immersions with Mr. Simpson. Back at her old school, her class was called plain old "Technology", and she has been fairly good at it, so she just hoped that Degrassi's classes weren't too hard.

The bell rang, and from reading her handbook, she had one bell left before she would officially be marked as "late." She walked down the hall, which seemed even longer because many students cluttered the vicinity. "Excuse me." She muttered continuously, trying to squeeze her way through the throngs of people. Great, the bell just rang! Again! Okay, room 111, 112, 113 A, 113 B. Here it was:114.

She walked into the room, causing the teacher to stop speaking. "Everyone, we have a new student, Clare. Um, Clare, why don't you go take a seat next to Alli?" He pointed toward the back at one of the only empty seats. "We're working on collages in Photoshop, so it shouldn't be too hard for you to get into the swing of things. You know how to work Photoshop, right?"

She nodded, so she wouldn't have to speak. Truthfully, she was not very good at Photoshop, but how hard could it be? She walked to the back of the room and stopped at her assigned seat. There was a backpack in it, so instead of moving it herself, she waited for its occupant to do the honors. A petite girl with dark hair picked her bag up and placed it on the floor underneath her seat.

"Thanks." Clare smiled, taking a seat. "I'm Clare." She felt like an idiot for saying what her name was when the teacher just said it...

"Alli." She stuck her hand out.

Clare shook her hand. At least someone at Degrassi was being nice. "Nice to meet you... Do you know how to log on to the computer?"

"Uh yeah. You need a log in from Mr. Simpson. I'll go get you one."

"Thanks." Clare watched as Alli walked up to Mr. Simpson, returning with a slip of paper in her hand.

She handed the paper to Clare. "He said that Mr. Tomlinson needs to get your log in, and he said he should have it by the end of the week. For now you have to use temporary log-ins."

"Okay. Thanks again."

"No problem. What's your next class?"

"Art."

"Same here."

"Cool."

"Eww." Alli screamed. The clay would not come off of her hands.

Clare joined in on her laughing. "It's okay, Alli. You just need to stay still and stop freaking out!"

"Fine..." After they both had clean hands, they parted for their third period. Besides lunch, the only other class they had together was last period- Government.

Halfway through their assignment, Alli passed Clare a note. Written in pink, bubble letters read: Do you want to hang out today?

At your house? Clare wrote back. Alli nodded. I'll have to call my mom after school though to see if I can.

Awesome. I have two brothers and neither of them like to hang out with me...

Just as Clare wrote her response, the bell rang, so she crumpled up the paper and tossed it into the trashcan. She and Alli went to their lockers, and then Clare called her mother. Luckily, she was able to go to Alli's. Clare's mom was glad that she'd already made a new friend. Clare was just thankful that she didn't have to spend too much time at home with her parents fighting...

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