Chapter 1-Baby Blue Eyes

Ok, so I never cared about school. Or friends. Or enemies. But I've heard stories about this school. Degrassi. Sounds like bad news, to me at least. Why do I even have to go...? When dad's sober, he says "it's to get an education...Don't end up like me son. Screwed up." Hah. At least he knows he's screwed up. Mom was right. I should've just moved in with my grandfather. I would've stayed at her place...but...she's kind of...well, dead.

Wait, why am I even agreeing to this? Well, the hell with it. I'm already here, might as well. Ok...now to find a parking spot... *clink* hmm, I suppose I should go check it out, I don't want to be a jerk. Oh, how I hate jerks. Like my dad. He's a jerk. Ok, enough about my dad! Time to check out what I've ruined. Wow, great job Eli, first day, already broke somthing! It hasn't even been a minute yet. Hey! That's a record.

Outside my window stood two girls. Two very...um...surprised shocked girls. One with black hair, tan skin, the other one with reddish hair fair skin, and I looked up. Blue eyes. Wow. Clear. Wait, what was I doing? Oh, broken glass, that's right. I looked under Morty's back tire. Hmm...that's not good...

"Um...I think they're dead." I told the one with blue eyes. I'm not even sure if they were hers. Wait. she's not responding. Do I have to get her a new pair? Oh great. There goes the concert this weekend...Dad's gonna kill me for breaking something worth more than $100. Unless he doesn't know...ok, there's a plan.

"I don't. I don't need them. I got. Um." She looked over at her friend. "Lazer eye surgery." Stuttering. Wow. Cute. First day, and I've already made a girl stutter. Is this a day full of records, or what? Maybe this school won't be as bad as I thought. With blue eyes here, she's already brightened up my day with a tradgedy! Pretty...

"You have pretty eyes." Wow. Did I just say that out loud? Hmm...that's not good. Great, she's probably gonna think I'm a perv. I hate pervs. Why would I want to be one? Why would I want her to think I'm one. Ugh. Again with this non-responding thing. Hey, at least I know I'm getting inside her head... Again with the records. I'm such a stud.

She looked down at her feet."Uh...see you around..?" She nervously smiled. Cute.

"I guess you will." I gave her a straight face, but exited with a smirk. Her gorgeous eyes follwed me back around. So glad I came here. I turned around to see if she was still there. Well, she was. Where else would she be, Eli? She can't transport around like a ninja! Her friend mumbled something to her, and her head moved a little. If she was planning on looking at me, I'm glad I turned back around.

New day, new school, not so new me. I'm not dreaming. Ok. I walk to the administrations office. "Hi! You must be Elijah Goldworthy. I'm Mr. Simpson." A guy with shaved blonde hair greeted me.

I nodded in agreement, "...hi...?"

"Here's your schedule, the map of the school's just on the other side. Your locker is circled, and if you need anything, don't be shy to come around this office! Now if you excuse me, I'm on my way to a class, see you around!" He turned around and walked the other way. Nice guy. He looked too old to be a student. Unless he got held back 80 times.

I took a look at my schedule. Blah blah blah, words words words. Bell ringing. I guess I better get to class!

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Class was unexciting, as usual. Time to go home! Wait, that's not a good thing...But, I guess I should this time. I nearly killed my dad LAST time. Wait, that wouldn't be so bad actually...! Well...this homework isn't gonna do itself. And it's something to pass the time...

"Hey morty! Thanks for breakin' the pretty girl's glasses. It was good for me, but...not so much for her!" Wow. I'm really talking to my car. Morty and I are like best friends. Without this car, I would be SO lonely. Well, more lonely than usual. Besides, he can always use a fixing.

I stepped in, buckle the belt, turn the key, switch the gear, foot on gas! Usual car usage. Now to head home...

I unlocked the door to..a stripper's hell. The smell of beer, and booze fill the room. And the dim scene of what used to be a house. Geez, my dad. He's such a...You know what, I'm not even gonna finish that... I briefly went into the kitchen, where no one was. Grabed a few granola bars, this should keep me ok for the night. I went back into the living room,covered my eyes for the obvious reasons. No one even bothered to say 'hi', what a GREAT father.

And now my night of homework begins.