*Emmas P.O.V*

I looked around the basement room in my house. The room that used to be plastered in colorful posters, hundreds of pieces of school paper, and my old, childish, clothes. Oh god my clothes. If I could travel back in time and smack myself in the head, I would. Instead, it no longer had that cozy, home feeling in it. It was empty and bare, with the only splashes of color in the room coming from the heap of dresses laid down over the floor. It was my step-dad's birthday, so of course, me and Spinner we're invited by my mom to join them for a special birthday dinner.

"Emma..!" I hear my mom call, letting the last vowel ring out in a singsong tone."We're leaving in five minutes whether you're in that car or not!"

I take one last look at myself in the mirror, fixing minor details in my hair and face. I'm wearing a simple light blue dress with a white cardigan, my hair smelling of heat and hairspray after an hour of curling it. After giving a playful pose and a smile to myself in the mirror, I grab my purse, running up the stairs while almost falling due to my heels. I give myself a minute to catch my breath, and I yell to my mom.

"Coming!"

~Little Miss Steaks~

Archie, Spinner and I wait on the cold wood benches while my mom is getting a table for us at the counter. I look around at the restaurant, which hasn't seemed to change a bit. But the faces have. Obviously, I wouldn't expect anyone I know to be here, seeing as most of the people in my year are off in university. But while I scan the busy room, one face catches my eye. A young looking guy, who looks like he could probably be in college, but I doubt that thought, seeing as the 2 guys with him definitely look like they're in high school. How do I know this face? I scan my brain, for any memory I may have of him. He didn't go to Degrassi, not while I was there. I think of some ways I would meet him, when suddenly, a great memory I've almost forgotten clicks. It's now undeniable who this person is.

Drew. The name now clicks with the face I see. And I remember him. It was him and his sister, who I would always babysit. Their mom was a bit strict, but I was trusted, so I babysat them quite often until they moved, and frankly, got too old to need a babysitter.

~Flashback~

I sit down cautiously on the big, leather couch, looking around at the Torres' household. It wasn't huge, but they definitely knew how to manage it. I'm in a sundress, waiting for Drew and Gracie to get dressed so we can go to the beach near the lake. Scratch that. Waiting for GRACIE to get dressed, and waiting for Drew to stop playing video games.

" Hurry up Gracie, that beach ain't getting any younger!" Drew yells, with wide eyes still on the TV screen.

No reply. I make myself wait 2 minutes, before going upstairs to check on Gracie. I knock gently on her bedroom though, even though it's pretty obvious she's not changing, due to the loud rock music coming from her room. I open it to find Gracie, in the middle of her bed, in a shelter with walls of comic books on either side of her, with one in her hand. She looks up, and before I can get a word in, she says bluntly,

"I don't want to go to the beach"

Well, unless you want Drew to throw a huge tantrum, I guess you don't have a choice.

"Are you sure? It's a really nice day out" I say in a persuading tone.

"I'm sure"

"How bout , I let you bring your comic book, we'll bring a fold chair, and you can read there"

Gracie pauses for a moment, thinking of this.

"Well since I won't be swimming, can I just wear my jeans?" I look down at the dark, bagging jeans hanging from her waist, and raise an eyebrow. Those jeans with weather like that? She'll be begging to come home after 10 minutes.

"It's a bit too warm for jeans like that, what's wrong with your swimsuit?

Gracie's face gets red, and she just shrugs her shoulders, giving out a weak grumble. I look down at the swimsuit that was laid out for her by her mom before she left. It was a bright pink 2-piece swimsuit, with blue stripes on the top, and a sparkly purple piece sign on the front of the bottom. It wouldn't be my first choice of a swimsuit, but I couldn't see anything wrong with it. I also spot the tag hanging from it, making it obvious Gracie did not choose this swimsuit.

" Is it too small? I can run by my house and get a spare if you need one"

" No, it fits fine" Gracie says weakly, " It's just.." I can see a mix of confusion and sadness on her face.

"Too girly?" I finish the sentence for her. Gracie was always a tomboy. She stuck to her brother like glue, and they did everything together.

"Why don't you just put on some basketball shorts, and then meet us downstairs? You can read your little comic at the beach."

A smile of relief floods on Gracie's face, as she puts down the book, and looks through her dresser.

~End of flashback~~

So I guess there all grown up now. I smile at myself, but I can't help but be curious about what's going on with their lives at Degrassi.

"Mom, I need to use the restroom, I'll be right back" I don't stay long enough to hear her reply, as I power walk in Drew's direction. I wait for him to get up for a refill, not wanting to have a conversation awkwardly with his friends there. For all I know, this may not even be Drew. I come up behind him, and tap him on the shoulder.

"Um Drew?" I can tell I must've startled him, because he's a bit taken aback and confused. But I know this is him now, because he responded to that name.

"It's me, Emma, I'm not sure if you remember me but…" I look up to spot his reaction. He stares blankly for a moment, but then a smile creeps on his face.

"Emma! Yeah, yeah of course I remember you, it would be hard not to" He brings me in for a loose friendly hug, and it's odd to see him like this. So mature, and taller than me. I'll have to get used to that.

"So are you going to Degrassi now?" I ask.

"Yeah, Senior year" He smiles brightly. Senior year? Wow, The years have gone by so fast.

"Oh wow" I say, genuinely surprised. " So you moved, I'm guessing" He gives a nod of reassurance.

"So how's Gracie?" I ask casually, but he's stunned by this. I look up confused, as I flood of fear and shock take over his body.

"I.. uh..um"

A/N: This is my first ever story, I know my writing may not be the best but I'm working on it :) Review if you want me to continue the story, I promise it will get interesting.