I don't know why, but I've really wanted to write about Bianca. I want there to be more to her than just that one-dimensional bully-slut we see. So, this is what I wrote. It sucks, so sorry, but when boredom ensues...
If I owned Degrassi, I'd give Bianca a better plotline.
I don't care about a lot of things. I don't care about school; who says I want to be some stuck up lawyer? I don't care about Drew having a girlfriend… Why should the biggest catch in school be prohibited from me? I don't care about my family, and they sure as hell didn't give a damn about me. There's only one thing worth caring for, one thing that can never be taken away from me: dance. I can dance and dance and dance, and no one can judge me. That test tomorrow doesn't matter. The fact that I have given Drew a blow job doesn't matter. I am just me, dancing, letting out what I can never show on my face. I can't cry when I'm alone. I can only cry when I'm dancing. And then I can convince people that it's just sweat. Dancing is my way to cry. Dancing is the only thing keeping me from going over the edge. I don't care that Adam is a transgender, and I don't care that Fitz got arrested…I only care about dance, my way to escape, my way to vent, my link to sanity…but still I don't care about a lot of things.