Basically, this fanfiction doesn't have to do with Crashing Down to Paradise. This a brand new one all together. This is just chapter 1. Also, this isn't made to be criticized or anything, I made it for the fun of writing and my friends.

Another note- In each chapter, I'll be focusing on only three or four characters out of the eight that there are. If you're not mentioned here, I didn't forget you You're still apart of the story, but just in the next chapter.

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First Day.

The doors of Degrassi High opened to eight girls as they took their first steps into the school. Similar yet different from each other, they confidently walked down the hall, with the wind shutting the school doors with a loud bang. They all turned to see the hallways packed with students and the smelly odour of wet shoes and mud.

Amy turned to Sarina with her nose scrunched up. "Remind me why we transferred to this school again?" She turned to see one boy running and pushing another one outside where the rain was pouring. Elisabeth took her wet hood off and starred at her wet purple sweater.

"And the uniforms…"

"Not to mention the people." Charlotte added, as another person took off their shoe and threw it, nearly hitting her in the head. Sarina shook her head.

"We said we wanted a fresh start—and here we are. Degrassi High."

"We wanted a normal fresh start, Sarina." Lindsay sighed and fixed her cardigan.

"Um, Linds…Where's your uniform?" Charlotte hissed as the principal made his way toward them.

"Are you kidding me? I'm not wearing that tacky thing. Ever." Lindsay flipped her hair back and turned only to find her face near Mr. Simpson's chest.

"Hello ladies. Having trouble finding your way to class?" He said, and the girls all shook their heads no.

"Good." He nodded as the second bell rang, and turned to leave. But before he did, he pointed at Lindsay.

"And you do have a school uniform in your bag right?"

"Y-yes." Lindsay stuttered and he gave her an approving nod.

Amy:

I went to my locker and began turning the lock. It wouldn't budge. I sighed and looked down on the sheet of paper the Attendance Office gave me. 48-16-30. I tried turning it three more times, and then impatiently groaned.

Great, now I'm late too. I kept pulling on the lock until I slammed my hand on the locker.

Suddenly, someone behind me cleared their throat. I jumped back as he smiled shyly.

"Do you need something?" He asked politely.

"Well…my locker won't open." I sheepishly handed him the stickynote and he smiled.

"Locker number 1340." He pointed up at the locker I was trying to open. 1341. I felt my face and ears turn red as I took the sheet back.

"Right." I said awkwardly and then looked at him from the corner of my eye as he opened his locker.

"So you're new?" He asked and I nodded.

"Great. I finally have a locker buddy." I couldn't think of something witty to say in time, so all I did was smile. After putting all of my stuff in there, I waited for him to leave but he didn't.

"What's your first class?" He asked and I handed him my sheet.

"Er…Phys Ed."

"Well, first period already started…"

"Yeah. Only thirty minutes left. I don't think I'm going to go…" I leaned back against my locker and his face lit up.

"Want a tour?"

"Won't we get caught?" This caused him to smirk and fold his arms.

"Coming late to school, I thought you might be that rebellious new kid. Guess I was wrong." He scoffed, but in a teasingly way. I bit my lip and narrowed my eyes at him. He began walking away, and I waited two seconds to see if he'd stop. Instead, he slowed down, and I realized it was my queue. I ran up to him and lightly nudged him with my elbow.

"So where is this tour starting?"

"The roof." He winked.

Elisabeth:

I knocked on my English room's door and the teacher greeted me with a smile. Her warming hazel eyes made me feel more comfortable than I did before. I sat down in a free spot next to a girl with really long hair. She looked over at me and smiled. I awkwardly smiled back, and took out my pencil. As Mrs. Dawes went over the tragic tale of Romeo and Juliet, I sighed and began doodling.

Suddenly, a pink sticky note appeared on my desk.

"Do you understand what we're learning?" It said and I looked up at the girl.

I wrote "Um, yeah." Back on it and passed it back to her. She began writing on it for a while and then sent it back.

Oh. I figured you didn't because you totally zoned out. Sorry. I'm Sadie, by the way.

I already learned it all in my old school. I'm Elisabeth

We began passing notes all class until the bell rang. We both began laughing at the big pile of post-its in the middle of our desks and I grabbed them all to throw out.

"So what class do you have next?" She smiled and I took out my sheet.

"Um…Co-ed gym." I looked up hoping she'd be in that class.

"Oh, bummer. I have History. But my boyfriend's in that class."

"What's his name?" I figured if Sadie's nice then her boyfriend would be too. In hope, I made my way to the girls change room where I accidentally bumped into someone while turning on the corner. All of my books and gym clothes fell on the floor and the person looked irritated.

"Watch where you're going niner." The boy scoffed and I raised an eyebrow.

"Hey dumbass." I pointed a finger at him. "I'm in eleventh grade." He looked taken aback as he looked at the color of my sweater and then realized what he said.

"Oh God. Sorry. I thought you were… Yeah. I haven't seen you around, that's why." He picked up my English Romeo and Juliet book and handed it to me. I thanked him and we stood there awkwardly.

"I'm Sav. If you ever need anything, just ask."

"Yeah, will do." I replied quietly, still offended. Finally he walked away and I ran into the change room. As I looked around at the girls, none of them seemed as friendly as Sadie did. In fact, there was one blond girl who couldn't stop whining.

"Ugh. Seriously, like I don't even understand the coach. Can he not see the condition I'm in?" She wore a big baggy t-shirt with sweatpants and walked out. I followed her and then sat on the bench. I tried looking around to see which of the boys were possibly Sadie's boyfriend. I zoned out until a basketball hit me on the head.

"Not a good idea to sit under the net." A skinny boy rushed over to make sure I was okay.

"It's just a basketball." I tossed it back to him and he raised his eyebrows.

"Not the usual reaction I get from girls but it's cool." He let out a small chuckle and I got up.

"Well, most girls aren't used to basketballs I guess?" I folded my arms and he seemed amused.

"A girl who understands 'ball. That's what I like." He tossed over the ball to me and nodded towards the other net. "Let's see what you got new-girl." I realized I was farther back than half court.

There's no way I can get this shot in a tiny voice at the back of my head said and I frowned. I noticed two other boys in the class were waiting for the boy to go back with the ball.

"Dave, hurry up." One of them called but Dave raised his hand. "Go on, shoot." He said and I scoffed turning around. I held my breath and took a backwards shot. It felt as though the entire world was silent for that one second for the ball to make a swish sound through the net, and then Dave and his friends went hysterical.

"Did you see that? Did you see what she just did?" Dave yelled over at his friends who ran up to me and patted me on the back.

"A backwards half court shot. You've got skill, new kid."

"I go by Elisabeth," I let out my hand.

"Welcome to the team, E." Dave shook it.

Charlotte:

It was finally lunch, but none of the girls were in sight. I texted Elisabeth, but she said she trying out for basketball. Sighing, I went in line to get food. I ordered a slice of pizza and took out a toonie to give the lunch lady. She laughed and asked if I was joking.

"Excuse me?" I found myself asking and a couple of people began complaining in the line up.

The lunch lady took the next customer while I just stood there with my two dollars out, confused.

"New?" This familiar looking boy came beside me and asked.

"Yeah, what the hell is her problem?" I asked quietly and he laughed as well.

"Our school's a bit…cheaper than others."

"Meaning?"

"We're more expensive."

"Oh. So how much is it for a slice of pizza?"

"Five bucks."

"FIVE?" I exclaimed and he reached into his pocket laughing. He took out a bill and placed it on the counter, grabbing my tray.

"It's on the house, Guthrie."

I rolled my eyes as he tried to be smooth with the cafeteria lady, giving her a tip.

"So how come you get it for free and I get laughed at?" I sat down at an empty table and he joined me.

"I have my way around Bertha." He looked in her direction and she gave him a wink.

"Gross." I took a bite of my pizza. "It's cold." He began laughing at me and I folded my arms.

"Is there something funny on my face or something? Why does everyone here laugh?"

"Because you're the only idiot to buy food from here." He whispered. I was in denial.

"Um, no. Look at those people in line." I pointed behind me and he shook his head.

"No, they're there for the drinks."

"Oh." I was speechless for a minute and so was he. We awkwardly sat there, until my stomach made a really loud grumbling noise. I cussed at my body under my breath for being so embarrassing, but KC didn't laugh.

"C'mon." He took my tray and threw the pizza out and walked me out the cafeteria.

"Where are we going?" I asked and before he could talk, a blond girl came up to us pointing her index finger at KC.

"Where were you?" She snapped, ignoring the fact that I was there. I turned around as if I was choosing something from the vending machine as he quietly replied to her.

"Getting food…"

"You missed it."

"Look, Jenna, I'm sorry. I told you I won't be able to make every single—"

"Shut up KC. I don't even…Look. We created this together." I could hear some shuffling but I was too scared to turn. "Therefore we have to raise it together."

Raise it together? I thought. A puppy…? A plant…?

"Jenna, not here. Not now." KC sounded irritated. I found this quite entertaining, but I figured since he saved me from the cafeteria humiliation, I should probably repay him. I turned around and tilted my head and smirked at her.

"KC, are you done?" I said and the blond girl, also known as Jenna, raised an eyebrow at me.

"Who is she?"

"I, um. He has to come to the…Math room with me. Urgent project. He could fail." I quickly said and dragged him out of the caf. He gave his hair a flip and put his beanie back on.

"Thanks." He smiled and I nodded.

"Drama class paid off, eh?" He laughed and held open the door for me. As we walked, he told me how Jenna was his ex girlfriend. I couldn't help but remember how it was in my old school with my ex. He left his girlfriend too, and then we got together. But the ending of that was just…best forgotten.

Finally we reached a small café with a big sign that read 'The Dot.'

"Trust me; the food here is a hundred times better."