AN: I know, it's surprising to see something like this, but after a random thought of 'what if one of Degrassi's stone-faced freshmen was a sociopath?' and here we go. I try to make it a little less OOC, but that's hard because Maya's a sweet girl so yup, this is all OOC. No regrets. Anyway, this is based on the Bad Seed, a book turned into a Broadway play turned into a movie in the 1950's about child sociopathy. I love this book, and I hope you guys will at least, like, my attempt of writing something like this.
Disclaimer: I barely own the plot, so how can I own Degrassi?
My mother told me, when I was a child, to be anything I wanted.
So I became a sociopath.
I know what you're thinking - how does a girl like me classify herself as a sociopath? Simple: I don't like people, and I don't care. It's almost nonsensical, how I thought being a sociopath is better than being a music virtuoso, but I needed something to hide my true nature. Since I actually like music (not the sickening pop music that blasts out of convertibles) I thought hiding my sociopathy with music would suffice. Of course it does, since it calms my decade-long rage, especially with angry tunes I can easily play on the cello. However after my first day at Degrassi, my music-playing, sweet, innocent girl façade slips the minute I lay my eyes on Tori Santamaria.
She's an obvious pageant girl; stuck-up and mean. She tells me to stay away from the foreign boy I met a minute ago. I don't really know, or care for his name, so I won't ponder on it anymore. Oh well - that's besides the point.
The stupid bitch thought it was 'right' to spray year-old spit on my face using a tuba. I act quickly, with my true nature showing, fighting the poodle haired slut with all my might. If it wasn't for the teacher, I would have committed murder on her, literally.
She definitely wouldn't be my first victim, no she wouldn't. I've had my fair share of experimenting with animals, but after a while, the fact that my neighbors' cat population went from ten to three was making everything very suspicious. However, the lack of showing my true nature would eventually snap as I get older. Well, I'm older, and I'm spending my next four years in a stupid high school, notorious for school shootings, sexually-transmitted disease outbreaks, rival school merges, and, as my emotionally unstable sister Katie puts it, guys who think with their dicks rather with their brains.
As my sister's emotions start to unravel, she takes drugs to get away from it. The overachieving escapist couldn't simply accept her imperfect nature because as a Matlin, we don't exactly take defeat very well, so codeine did the trick. She comes home, and she's wet, with a former badass named Bianca Desousa, telling me to tell our parents about Katie's manipulative nature and her drug abuse.
And guess what? While she detoxes, I play my lovely cello. Dad says to stop, but I mentally say 'fuck it' and play anyway. She should have never popped pills in the first place, so feel my wrath, Katie. Do you feel it yet? She should have never messed with opiates in the first place, but as an overacheiver and a girl who can't handle her emotions, what would be the scapegoat away from said issues, besides pot?
She dyes her hair black because her ex-boyfriend didn't want her anymore. I don't blame Drew; Katie's nature is simply... unnerving and unwelcome. Even I, her only sister, don't want to deal with her shit. How does Marisol do it? Does she take drugs as well? With pill-popping, ligament tearing, and her need to feel sympathy by binging and purging, Katie's a fucking mess. What girl dyes her hair black because her ex dumps her like trash, for a girl that resembles Tori? What girl thought it was smart to post a video during an assembly, humiliating her ex during a party? And what girl thought that a tree-hugging pothead would suddenly want her? Oh, my sister.
I don't like any of my sister's boyfriends; Drew is very arrogant and has somewhat of an idiotic, parasitic personality. I barely even understand how Adam is related to that asshole. I congratulate him for leaving my sister, but leaving my sister for your ex is somewhat low. He never cared about my sister; he wanted to get away from his issues that he dealt with Bianca, so my sister, the goody-goody bulimic she was, was the obvious candidate. Huh.
Jake has his faults that I don't exactly like about him, but he's better than the last. He's a pot user... not really imperative to use around an ex-drug addict. And he once dated his step-sister who I don't care for the name about. That's just wrong and immoral, and I can't believe he would do that. So Katie's mouth is around Jake's, who has been around his sister's mouth. Wow, chain reaction for stupid? Yeah, I think so.
So I have 'friends' because as a human, friends are, I quote, imperative for a growing person. I guess. I pitifully take in poodle girl Tori after the despicable fight, and her sassy gay friend Tristan. I also take in foreign boy who is now Tori's boyfriend. Whatever. I don't like them at all, but since I would look like an undesirable (much like my sister) I just go with the flow.
However, day by day, my normal girl façade slips, showing the bad seed I truly am. I simply can't wait for it to all melt down.