He sat on the rail, awaiting his last first day of school. Under normal circumstances, he would have already been out of this hell-hole. The thing was, his life was anything but normal. He had been given a second chance by the teachers, but he seriously doubted if the rest of the school would be as accepting this time around. Not that they had been the first time, but whatever. Oh, well, he thought, slinging his bag over his shoulder and putting his sunglasses on top of his shaggy, brown head. Let's get this over with. He was soon lost in the wave of students, both new and old, awaiting the first bell.
She was sitting on the bench with her best friend, anxious for the beginning of their long-awaited senior year. They had both come a LONG way since grade nine. One had gone from the cute little girl, to the scantily-clad hot girl with a reputation for stealing boyfriends, to the topless video star, thanks to a certain blonde perv of course. The other had gone from the nosy, nature freak with braces, to 'that girl who was friends with Rick', to the Gonorrhea girl, courtesy of a few bad nights spent in the ravine. But, in spite of all of those things, here they were. Still the best of friends and ready for their final year at Degrassi.