"Anya MacPherson."

A cheerful girl poked her head from the sea of chatty students, and extended her hand. "Present!" She said with a pleasant grin on her face, as the teacher nodded her head in acknowledgment and checked her off the attendance sheet.

It was the first day of school, and already the classrooms were filled with the spoils of gossip. From who's cute, to who got pregnant, each classroom held it's a bundle of information. Anya was never for the topic of spreading rumors, or listening to people being bashed, but it would seem everyone around her loved to. Her friends were no exception to this fact.

From behind, Anya could listen to her best friend, Holly J, whine to the rest of her friends about her constant hatred towards a certain someone. "Can you believe what he's wearing? I swear, he's just asking to get smacked!" She said as she demonstrated her last words with her hands connecting together.

Across from Holly J and Anya, sat a brunette, wavy haired girl by the name of Fiona. "You know why right? He just wants to stand out. A.K.A grab everyone's attention." She said with a scowl placed on her faint features.

Another girl, who's name was Chantay, with dark brown poofy hair, joined in on the conversation. "Not only does he want people to stare at him, but he also has to show off to every teacher!"

For the past year, Anya had to suffer with listening to her friend's constant complaints on a student who attends Degrassi. His name was Elijah Goldsworthy, and apparently is the most self-absorbed guy in the entire school. His characteristics involve an annoying smirk that makes everyone think he is belittling them, loud obnoxious music blaring through headphones that forces everyone to look at him, piercing green eyes that can look cold to people, and (according to most recent conversations) owns distracting clothing options.

"Did you hear? He drove to school in a hearse."

"Wow, a hearse? That's pretty strange." Anya added to their conversation with a hand supporting her chin from falling off her seat. She was truly uninterested in the conversation, for good reasons. One, she was not the kind of person to dislike someone for being themselves. Two, she never even met the guy.

"Exactly! It is strange, and he thinks he's so cool because of it." Her friends think that it's a blessing she has yet to meet him. They say she has to be the luckiest girl in school to have never crossed paths with the infamous Elijah Goldsworthy. Anya had always wondered what twist of fate came out of it. According to her friends last year, he had all the same classes as hers, but all different periods. Meaning, her friends each had him at least once, and she had a 'smooth' year. All girls envied her for that.

"Or maybe he just liked the car…?" She always did that. Anya always had a small guilty conscious about how her friends talk about the strange boy, so she always tried to secretly defend him. To show her friends his possible perspective.

Fiona shook her head in disbelief. "Anya, you are so lucky you haven't met him. If you did, you'd see that it's all about people noticing him."

"But-"

"You'd see how he always has to be that annoying kid in the back that challenges everyone's opinion on any matters." Claimed Holly J.

"How he always has to be buddy-buddy with every teacher, and charm his way into their good side." Mentioned Fiona.

"Or how he always has to slam his pen on his desk to show that he finished first." Added Chantay.

She should have known by now, that once these three girls unite, there is no stopping them from blabbing on how much they detest Elijah. Separately they were a joy. Chantay was intelligent and witty, Fiona was perky and friendly, and Holly J was a combination of the two. Sometimes Anya could not believe such great girls could hold so much anger towards one boy.

"I guess, I can never understand…" Anya turned around, and Holly J gripped her shoulder.

"You know Anya, I think you are sometimes too sweet for your own good," She smiled her white teeth, as her friends agreed.

Anya smiled back, and she reluctantly agreed. She was too sweet, and too kind, and knew it wasn't a bad thing. She's sure her friends are just over reacting at the situation given, and proceeded to look at the front board. She saw her teacher finished taking role, and tried to calm the class down. It's the first day of school; of course the class wouldn't listen.

Lunch was almost half way over, and she was sitting alone with Holly J, seeing how Chantay had to talk to some of the other members of the power squad, and Fiona went out to lunch with Declan.

"So how was your summer Anya?" She asked as she slurped up her soda can.

"Pretty boring, as usual." Anya twisted her fork around her bought lunch. She wasn't too hungry for the watered down noodles, or the overly dry meatballs that were resting on her plate. She was kicking herself for not bringing a lunch from home at that very moment.

"You know Anya," Before she finished her sentence she popped in a sliced apple in her mouth and quickly chewed it. "I think you should get some excitement in your life."

"Yeah, because that's something I would totally do."

"I'm serious, you should do something daring! Like jump off a plane, or ride a bull, or-" Anya quickly put another sliced apple in Holly J's mouth in attempts to shut her up.

"As fun as that sounds, I think I'll pass on it." Holly J stared at her while chewing her apple.

"Well, you should do something, because I just had our English class and the first assignment is to write an essay about something that impacted your life." Holly J commented as she saw Anya's face scrunch up in thought. "Don't worry about it too much though, it's just going to be a first draft." She extended her hand with the bag full of apples and other assorted fruits. " You sure you don't want any? You look pretty hungry."

"Thanks, " She said as she sees in the far distance a familiar face coming closer to her table. Anya raised her hand to wave and became a beacon to her fellow friend. Holly J turned to see who it was and did the same thing.

"Hey Adam," Holly J said as he finally reached their table. He took his seat with a sad sigh. "What's with the long face?"

"The lunch lines," He said as he rested his elbows on the table and head on his palms. "My class just had to be the farthest from the cafeteria," He rested his hand on the table. "By the time I get here, everything is gone."

It was funny how Anya's class was the first one to reach the cafeteria, and the idea of the food seemed unappealing. She looked down at her lunch, and pushed it to her friend's side. "Here, if you want I can get you your lunch." She saw him stare down the plate of food. " I mean if you want it." Adam stared back to her with grateful eyes.

"Thanks!" He snatched the fork from Anya's hand and dug in, rapidly. Bits of food was flying randomly, the girls could only laugh at his boyish manners.

"Hey Anya, can I see your schedule?" Adam said with noodles still in his mouth. Anya handed him the paper and continued to grab some fruit from Holly J. With one hand Adam took the document, and the other hand kept feeding himself noodles. "Booyah, I have you for my last period!"

"Great," Anya said as she bit into a strawberry. "Holly J just told me about our assignment to be, something about writing an essay."

Holly J included more information. "Yup, you guys have to write about some event that has defined you." She looked up in the air trying to remember more details. "Rough drafts will be due tomorrow, but the entire assignment won't be turned in until ... two days from now, I think."

"Wow, so soon?" Adam complained.

"She said to consider ourselves lucky, because most essays will be due the very next day, and graded strictly."

"Damn." Adam said as he popped the last meatball in his mouth. " I'm starting to regret taking advance English, I heard Fiona saying that her class is just playing the name game."

Anya put a hand on his shoulder, "Adam, don't worry about it, you're a fantastic writer. I'm sure you'll do fine in that class." As the words left her mouth, a loud piercing noise entered her ears. It was the bell.

"Looks like lunch is over," Holly J mentioned as she took out her schedule. "And I'm off to Chem." Holly J sat up, and grabbed her light little purse and waved to her two friends. "Bye guys."

The pair waved back to her, and did the same. They got up and walked together to their last class for the day: English Class. Anya was excited to say the least, she loved challenging herself, and she loved writing. True she mostly wrote fan fiction, but this was a way to expand her knowledge more. To venture out and soak up the tools required to become a great author. She was such a nerd at heart, but loved every bit of herself.

Entering the class room, she saw the teacher Ms. Rockford greet every student with a welcoming handshake. After shaking the hand of her instructor, Anya sat down in the middle of the class room, with Adam right next to her. She was over ecstatic to know that she already had a friend in the class room, and avoids that awkward decision of picking out a seat. Sighing she sets her book back down, and while she does, her eyes are turned to the front of the class room. It looked like everyone was already in their seats, but one boy.

That one boy was chatting up a storm, as he made the teacher laugh in amusement. Anya wondered what was so funny, but ignored the thought as she waited patiently for class to start. People among her were whispering to themselves, and some started rolling their eyes towards the front of the class room.

One second turned into a minute, and a minute turned into five. Anya was aggravated that she was deprived of her precious learning time because of this one boy. Anya did a daring move, by clearing her throat very loudly, that it made the teacher and the boy snap their head to the culprit. Anya sank in her seat, as the teacher just smiled at her. Meanwhile, the boy narrowed his eyes, not in anger, but confusion.

The teacher sat up and cleared her own throat to speak. "Sorry, class. I was just picking a bright student's mind." The entire class, but Anya let out an annoyed groan.

The adult figure gestured the boy to take his seat. The boy was wearing dark clothing with a pair of oddly bleached skinny jeans, and hefty looking shoes. His metal accessories clinked against each other with every action, movement, he took. It was hard to not notice him, that's for sure. For some odd reason he never let go of his narrowing stare at Anya. He knew she was the reason that his conversation was interrupted, Anya figured he was probably mad that she put an end to it.

As he walked over to his seat, his eyes were still connected to Anya's as he walked passed her and smirked in amusement. He then took a seat right behind her. Anya felt shivers run down her spine, she had never met someone with such an intense stare. It almost made her whimper.

"Alright now that everyone has taken their seats," the teacher turned around to write on the whiteboard. "My name is Ms. Rockford, and I applaud you for taking the hard road." Once finishing writing, the adult allowed everyone to see the words on the board.

The class looked passed her and began to scribble down the prompts that she had written in the front. Anya carefully wrote them down on her composition book and was scared half to death when she heard a loud noise, that resembled metal hitting a desk, from behind her. She slowly turned around to see the root of what scared her and saw that boy behind her, still holding on to that smirk of his, and a hefty looking pen flat on the desk. Anya eyed him strangely, and he just winked at her.

Blushing, she quickly turned back to the front board, and could feel his eyes on her. She still felt goosebumps on her arms, but tried to forget the strange feeling and focus on writing the directions for her essay. She was distracted from the boy until her body sat up right and stiffened as she started to hear the young male's constant tapping of his fingers against his desk. With every tap, she forgot what she was writing down.

He noticed her flinch with every tap, and smiled to himself thinking that bugging this girl was going to be some fun.

Anya eventually gave up, and decided that she would ask Adam for the prompt later. As her nerves started to calm, her breath hitched as she felt movement on her seat. It was his feet resting on the sides of her chair. To make things worse, he was a shaker. Her whole body was now shaking due to his feet. These little things caused her irritation grow slowly. She could not believe the person behind her, it was almost like he was doing it on purpose.

But she knew that couldn't be the case.

"Psst, Anya."

Anya turned a little to see Adam holding on to a piece of folded paper. He nudged her to take the note, and she did. Under her desk she rapidly unfolded the paper and looked down to read it.

"It looks like the girls can't say you're lucky anymore."

Anya's eyebrows bunched together in confusion as she mouthed to Adam "Why?"

Adam looking straight ahead, scribbled something down on a small article of paper and passed it on to Anya again. Anya, once more, unfolded it and read it in her head. She was shocked beyond belief about the contents of what the letter said.

"Well in case you haven't figured it out, right behind you sits Elijah Goldsworthy."

She could have sworn, she felt Elijah's smile becoming more sinister, and she didn't even have to turn around to see that.

Author's Note: I hope you guys like the first chapter! Thanks to Disposable Sunshine for inspiring me to write an Enya story! :)