I do not own degrassi, I wish.
"Mrs. Kwan is such an evil old lady, I wonder if she was neglected as a child." That's my best friend, Sam. She's not much of a school person, but her, who is? She has a very in your face kind of girl. Doesn't take crap from anyone. I think that's why we are such great friends. We are kind of opposite. I'm not very confrontational, but she is. I like doing sports, she'd rather die. But its okay, we bring out the best in each other. She's taller than me by a few inches, her hair is the same length as mine, to the shoulders, although hers remains straight, I however couldn't get my hair straight if it killed me. She's mixed, her dad is Caucasian her mom is African-American. She has light brown Carmel skin and the clearest face I've ever seen a teenager maintain.
"Hello!? Earth to Angela Jeremiah here!"
She waved her hands rapidly in my face as we sat on the steps of degrassi waiting for my older brother to arrive for us. He was, late, as usual. If dad were here, he'd make a remark about how he probably got side-tracked by a girl. I wouldn't doubt it.
"Uh yeah sorry Sam. What about her?"
"This project we got assigned for! It's not fair."
"Well, we just got to write about who or what inspires us to believe in love and why. Besides, I should be the one complaining camera girl!"
Sam rolled her eyes smiling slightly.
"For once, I was so glad that I was a number 2 and not number 1."
"Yeah well you still sleep over tonight?"
"For sure, I can't go one more night of hearing the broody Brody's arguing."
That's what we called her parents. They were the Brody's. They were broody. They were falling apart.
I could see the sadness in Sam's face just bringing them up.
"Well hey we'll have so much fun tonight, Maybe you can even try to straighten my hair for me yeah?" She smiled again. Thank god.
"Sure thing. But what about this project? I mean, who do we use? What do we say?"
Just then a red corvette made a speedy stop in front of us. My brother snatched of his sunglasses giving an apologetic smile, "Sorry I'm late ladies, had to run to the studio."
I squinted my eyes at Sam as she opened the door to the backseat. I grabbed her arm, "I have a feeling we're going to get an A Ms.Brody."