Hello All you wonderful people. If you're reading this then thank you. I want you to please give this a chance. My thoughts are so scrambled on this that I can't put them down on paper. But it happens to the best of us doesn't it? I was thinking of writing a new fanfic on Eclare. Any way it's going to be a little different than the show. Well character wise. I might have some one's I have have personally thought up. It will be a little different from the one's I have written before. Hopefully it doesn't crash and burn. I got my inspiration for this from the song Walking Disaster by Sum 41. To me personally, I think it describes Eli's character really well. The way he's an out cast and how he always feels not wanted. If you ever get the chance of listening to Walking Disaster I suggest you do. You won't regret it. Maybe listen to it while your reading just to get the full effect and meaning of his thoughts. Well basically this fanfic is about two misunderstood people in a lonely world. They just so happen to be Eli and Clare. They then meet at school. (I'm not saying how) They both find each other intriguing and yearn to lean about the other, Not that they would tell each other that. Eli always felt like his life had meaning, only that he was just...there. Clare on the other hand, comes from a supposed 'perfect' Christian family. Only behind closed doors do you really see what goes on. So there was my suck ass summary. So here you go. Chapter one of Walking Disaster.

A Walking Disaster

Eli's point of view:

I've always been alone. I never thought much of it. I just didn't like people. I was anti-social an 'out cast' or 'out sider' as you will. I really didn't care. I don't think my life has meaning. I've just always have been...there. Someone who blends into the background. Someone who is over looked. Someone who is constantly given the brush by their peers. I know what your thinking. He is in high school shouldn't he want to be noticed, Right? Well that isn't all entirely wrong. I did want to be noticed, just not by bullies, or teacher's who are forced to acknowledge my existence to just get payed. I want to get noticed by people who understand what it is like to be an outsider. That was my goal here at Degrassi. I was to make some friends. Mostly because I didn't want to be sent to a wacky shack by my parents. I doubt anyone would care if I was gone anyway. Hell, they probably throw a party or wouldn't even notice. If I didn't make friends here at Degrasi, I could still go back to my original plan. Suicide. Yes, you heard me correctly. I said suicide. Well I didn't really say it I'm thinking it, But that's besides the point. If I was gone, then I could be at peace. Sure my parents would miss me but what parents wouldn't miss their dead kid? Since I'm atheist, my being at peace would be rotting in a box. Yep, rotting in a box in a 6ft deep hole. That's how I feel about death. I know where my dad keeps his 45 and I know where he keeps his bullets for it. So that could be taken care of easily. If I did go through with it, I probably wouldn't write a note. I would just do it. They don't need an explination, because they already know. Even though my parents don't say it or act like it, I sometimes think they wish I was normal or that they didn't have me. When I think about it, the one about me being 'normal' stung the worst. Especially since they supposedly dis-liked people that were quote on quote 'normal'. Is there even a normal? Oh yeah there is. It's only around because the pop culture, and the media are shoving it down people's throats. Like do they even think by themselves. The thing is, do they actually like what they 'like' or is it only because it's been shoved down their throat and has been digested, or because they truly like all this pop culture shit? What ever happened to being different and being yourself? What ever happened to being you? Well I guess that's what 10 years of in-breeding does to people. Their brains just can't think anymore. So they copy 'then next big thing' or they follow distincly behind the articles that state what is 'in' or 'out'. It's just...pathetic. People don't have lives so write crappy tabloid things stating what people can wear and not wear. Don't they realize how bad that makes people feel if they wear or like things that are 'out'. Like who gets the the job of deciding what was good for the whole world and for everybody. I'm pretty sure noone has that title yet so why the fuck are they screwing up people's lives? Don't they know that evryone is different? Well except for the stupid, fake, blonde girls. They are all the same. These were my thoughts as I was getting dressed to go to my new Hell. I was tieing my shoes when i heard my dad 'Bullfrog' in his raspy voice yell,

"Eli get your scronny ass down here you're going to be late!" Yep I'm really feeling the love. My parents are really blunt. They don't spair people's feelings. If they have something to say they will say it. Doesn't matter what it is or who is around. They will say it. My dad's name is Bill 'bullfrog' Goldsworthy while my mom's name is Cecilia people call her Cece though. Befor I walked downstairs I did a once over in the mirror. I think I looked good. Black dead hand shirt, Black skinny jeans, gray blazer, and my black converse. Colorful, I know. I'm proud of myself too. I moped downstairs to see my parents at the kitchen table. My mom making a grocery list and my dad reading the news paper while drinking coffee. I entered the kitchen and they looked up. My mom smiled and my dad just smirked. Yep that's where I get the classic 'Goldsworthy original smirk' as my dad put it.

"Morning" I adressed them.

"Good morning baby boy." My mom said.

"Morning Eli" My dad said before returning to the news paper. I grabbed my keys, an apple, my backpack and was out the door. I drive a vintage 1954 hearse. Strange I know, but it was cheap, different, and I liked it. Plus I don't care what people think of me. If I did I wouldn't dress in all black or drive a fucking hearse to school. People can either take me or leave me. This is me, and this is who I'm always gonna be. The drive to school was quiet except for the music blasting from my stereo. I pulled up to the school and instantly saw a whole bunch of heads turn. I found a parking spot and got out. I looked around and saw everyone hanging around with their friends. I also saw lots of cliques. I turned my head to the left and saw a group of people who looked like I would fit in with. They all seemed like the outsiders of the school. There was about 5 of them. 3 girls and 2 boys. One of the girls caught my eye. She was staring at me. Studying me. Sizing me up. Even from a distance away she looked beautiful. She had her hair in a curly bob that framed her face and big blue eyes. I wonder who she is. They looked like a cool group of people so I walked over to them.

"Hey" I said. They all turned and looked at me. 5 pairs of eyes. 5 pairs of judging eyes. Except for the one pair of eyes belonging to the girl who studied me. So scratch that and make it 4 pairs. Here we go.

How was this as a start. I know the ending of it kinda sucked, so... please tell me if you liked it. Review if you want to. And I suggest you listen to the song Walking Disaster by Sum 41. Awesome song. Anyway if you review I'll give you a snuggie.