A/N: Hey, people. Well, this is new. I usually, well, twice before, write Supernatural fanfic's well this one here, happens to be a Degrassi one. Obviously... -_-. Welllll, I'm sorry it's short, i just don't know if I am going to carry it on. And hopefully yall will like!
~CalicoKahlia
Disclaimer: I do not, nor ever will own, Degrassi: The Next Generation. I will not, nor will ever, take credit for it's characters, storylines, or anything of the same matter. I only own my own characters, O.C.'s, such as Brenna, Lydia, Brailen, etc. All credit for Degrassi goes to CTV and the respective/appropriate parties. Thanks and have a good day, copywriters. (:
"Wake up, kiddo. This is like the fourth time, already!" I'm jostled awake by the shaking of my shoulders.
"Lydia, can't we just wait until tomorrow?" I beg, drowsily, rolling away from her.
"You know its 'Mom', right?" She corrects, blowing some hair out of her face and trying again to shake me awake. I groan and sit up. I've never really called her mom. She's just always been Lydia. I rub my eyes and throw my legs off the bed. She stands, brushing down her work clothes and assessing herself.
"Okay, go, now. I'm up," I demand, waving a hand towards my bedroom door. She exits and I find myself in front of my vanity mirror. I start brushing through my bed head. First days of anything should be banned. Especially being in the middle of your high school experience when you get plucked up by the parentals and you and your seventeen year old brother are forced to move from small town, Arkansas to friggin' Canada. I finish up with my hair and makeup then head to the closet for wardrobe raid. Casting out skirts and jeans, tie-dye tees and sweaters, I settle on some blue jean shorts and a black camisole.
Knock knock.
I open my door, just barely avoiding being hit in the face by my bath robe that hangs there. Brailen, my brother, leans against the outer frame of the door, arms crossed, a smirk on his face.
"What do you want, Brai?" I ask, irritated. Who wants to listen to their brother's annoying, condescending voice this early? The smirk grows bigger.
"Just seeing if you want a ride to school or you wanna catch the community bus?" He sidesteps past me and plops onto my recently made bed, leaning back on his elbows.
"Dude, go. I've got to get my stuff together. And yes, I would like a ride," I say and pull him off my bed, pushing him out of the door.
"Okay, okay, little sister," he jokes, enunciating 'little'. He walks backward a few steps, hands up in a fake surrender, then swiftly turns, sauntering his way down the stairs. He throws a "Be down in at least fifteen," over his shoulder before disappearing out of site. I close my door and search my desk to the left of my bed. Most of my stuff has been unpacked except for a few questioning items. Such as the wool sweater my Gran knitted me for Christmas and old family albums I have to keep up with. I load a few new spiral notebooks into my satchel bag; binders as well. After I finish preparing for the day, I give myself a once over and step out of my room, turning off the light. I say good-bye to the 'rents and hi-tail to Brailen's car. He gets in the driver's side and we pull out of the driveway, narrowly missing the trash can at the end of the car port.
A few minutes later we pull into a parking lot. Teens milling around, talking, texting, bullying. Brailen shuts the car off and we walk to the front steps.
Degrassi Community School. The words are plastered onto the front of the building. Other students rush past, some actually giving second looks. Brailen seems confident, his usual manner. He goes up the steps in a blur. I take the stairs one at a time, slowly, bracing myself for my first day at Degrassi.
