**Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi. I just own the plot.
This story has been in my head for awhile so I thought I would write it. It's not my typical writing. I thought I would try something a little more graphic. It's rated M for a reason and unfortunately that reason isn't a good one. Although I usually write stuff that isn't happy-go-lucky, this one is definitely on the downer side. It's not meant to be a perfect fairy tale. Hopefully the story will still be good. I just wanted to have a story where the characters aren't so perfect and have a perfect little happy ending. This one will be a struggle and I just wanted to let you guys know that. I hope you do enjoy it. And I will be posting more very soon.
I also haven't forgotten about the sequel to Surviving High School. I am working on that as well. I just need to figure out where I want that to go. I also have another story I have been working on and should be up soon too. It's called Tackling the Storm. It's another Eclare story but it should be more like Surviving High School versus this one. I also will not be ditching my stories for weeks at a time anymore. I will work on one at a time. When I get far enough a long I will put up the first chapter. I really don't want to leave you guys hanging again.
Read and Review! Thanks! Hope you guys like the story!
Clare's POV
"What do you think are final is going to be about?" Alli asked me through the phone. I was on my way home from the library, and I decided to call her to give me something to do.
"I hope it's not a project. I hate having to give presentations." I stated sighing.
"Well, I hope it's not an essay. I hate having to write them." She replied.
"Then let's hope for a test, and that way we will be equally unhappy." I stated.
"Agreed." She laughed. "But listen. I have to go. Sav wants to borrow the phone to call Anya."
"Alright. I'll see you at school tomorrow Alli."
"Bye." Alli chimed into the phone before the line went dead.
I shut my phone, dropping it into my purse. I didn't need it anymore. My street was in my sight and it's not like I needed to call someone. The sun had set about an hour ago, and the night was quiet. It was a warm evening, and the warm breeze ruffled through my skirt as I walked. We had two weeks until summer vacation. Two weeks until freedom. My parents may make the house a hostile environment, but it's better than school for the most part. They've been fighting more and more, sometimes I just wanted to scream at them to stop. That never happened.
I was about twenty feet from my house, at the corner of the street, when a van pulled up alongside me. The door slid open and out popped four guys. I didn't even have a chance to comprehend what was going on, let alone scream. They covered my nose and mouth with a cloth that smelled funny. I couldn't put my finger on it. They started dragging me over to the van, as I lost consciousness.