Hey, so this is my first fan fiction, but i read it ALOT. It is actually the first time i have let anyone else read my writing. I am usually VERY conscious of the way I write, so this is a big step for me and i cannot describe how nervous i am. I will not pretend to be a good writer, but i do enjoy writing. This story is mainly set in England, and just to clarify, I am English myself and I do live in England. This story will have two chapters.

Oh, and I wish I owned Degrassi, but I don't, sorry about that...

Clare POV

I don't know why I did it. Maybe I got scared. Maybe I was hurt. Maybe I didn't want to see his face. Maybe I thought he didn't want to see mine. Maybe I thought I needed to start again, and maybe I didn't want him to be a part of my fresh start. No matter, I've made my decision and now, three weeks later, i'm in England, with no intentions of returning.

I had loved Degrassi. I loved the drama, there was never a dull moment there and it made the place interesting. I loved my friends- Adam, Alli, even Jenna. No matter what we went through in the past, they were there for me when I needed them and I couldn't thank them enough. But mostly, I loved him. And I thought he loved me. I guess not.

I don't know if I'll regret moving to England, but right now I love it here. Sure, we have to wear a tie with our uniform and it rains pretty much 24/7, but it is what I need. I need something new. I am living with my aunt and uncle, my aunt English and my uncle Canadian. They have gladly taken me in, and I can't thank them enough for it. I am slowly getting used to the slang- I know that when they said 'mint' they mean, awesome, and they said 'fit' when they mean hot or sexy.

I fell in love with the people of England straight away, but they weren't what I expected. As well as a lot of 'posh' people, there were also a lot of 'chavs' in my new school. Chavs were the type of people who hang out on street corner, wearing track suits and talking like they had no education. They were the type of people the normal people tended to stay away from, and weren't at all like the stereo-typical British.

I had also made lots of friends in my short time of being in England, and my new 'best friend' was Emily, who was sat on my bed flicking through a magazine.

"Sorry Clare," she started, putting the magazine down "but can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what?"

"Um, why did you move to England? I mean, we all love having you here but I know I'd prefer to live in Canada…"

"Well, it's pretty simple really, my mum and dad started arguing a lot, and it was kind of getting worse, and I couldn't take it. I have always been close to my aunt and uncle; you know when they visited and stuff, so they said that I could move in with them to get away from it all…"

"Ok, but not to be rude, but that's not the only reason is it?"

"Um, excuse me?"

"Well, I'm sure what you said was true, but I can smell heartbreak a mile away, and I'm guessing that is another reason why you left… I mean, I could be wrong but…"

"No, you're right,"

"You want to talk about it? I mean, it's completely up to you."

"No, I'll tell you. Okay, when my parents were fighting, there was one thing, or should I say person, that got me through it. Eli. He was my first proper love, I guess you could say. I mean, I had had another boyfriend before him but I never felt as strong with him as I did with Eli. Eli and I were practically joined at the hip. I told him I loved him though, and he didn't reply. After I said that, he started avoiding me. I mean, I could understand if he didn't love me back, but he reacted completely wrong. I would try to talk to him, and he would apologise and walk away. He just didn't want to be around me."

"One night, after this had been going on for about a month, I went around to his house to get some answers. I mean, technically we were still dating, but only on paper. I asked him if he was okay and he told me he was fine. Then he told me we shouldn't be together anymore. I asked why, but I already knew the answer. His exact words were 'I don't love you. I never have and I probably never will.' That was the final straw, and I rang my Aunt straight away. The only thing that had been keeping me sane was Eli, and now that he had gone I had nothing. I needed a new start, and England provided that. I left two weeks later, and I never told him. The only people I told were my parents and my best friend Adam. Eli probably doesn't even miss me."

"Oh Clare, he doesn't even deserve you. You, Clare, are absolutely lovely. Seriously, i bet there are guys queuing up to be with you, so you just have to make Eli a thing of the past. You are right, it sounds like you do need a new start and i know that everyone will be right behind you here. Honestly Clare, you are better off without him..."

"I guess..."

"I know. And do you know what? Maybe he will realise what a mistake he has made and come and find you..."

"I doubt it..."

"You never know."

Eli's POV, three weeks earlier, and the day after Clare left.

"Dude, do you know where Clare is? She wasn't in English today." I asked Adam, who was sat on the grass waiting for Fiona.

"Are you trying to be funny?" Adam asked, narrowing his eyes at me. He was annoyed with me, and I had no idea why.

"Er, no. Seriously though, where is she? I need to talk to her, I made a BIG mistake and I need to sort it out.

"She didn't tell you, did she?"

"Tell me what?"

"Eli, she has moved to England."

"Excuse me?"

"Well, she was pretty messed up about you two. You really hurt her Eli; I still can't believe you dumped her! But with that put together with the fact her parents are getting much, much worse, she decided it would be better to get away. I'm sorry, but you missed your chance."

I froze. She couldn't of left, I needed her, I guess with the two weeks not being with her, I realised that I actually did love her. I wanted her back so much, and I had this whole big speech on how I would get across I loved her, I couldn't live without her and that I had only said those things because I was scared of my true feelings. Everything I had planned to say would have been true, and I was praying that she would see past sense and take me back. But now she was gone, and I had screwed it all up. Well, almost…

"Adam," I said, already shocked at what was about to come out of my mouth "I'm going to England!"

So, what did you think? I Know it wasn't great, and pretty short, but reviews would be nice, whether good or bad. K, thanks.