Okay, so this story actually was started in May or something. I don't even know. I procrastinate! Well, anyway, this is set before Holly J and Declan broke up, obviously. We can just pretend that Sav and Holly J don't even happen. Ever. Enjoy!
"Declan!" A high, annoying, girlish voice cried out from somewhere behind me, in the main lobby of Vanderbilt Preparatory School in New York City, New York state, the United States of America. God, I hate that. It's just another reminder of the fact that I no longer live in Canada.
"Oh, Declan!" The voice said again, impatiently this time. I turned with a sigh to myself. It was Tinsley, the blonde New York socialite who I found extremely.. irritating. "So, how do you like Vanderbilt Prep?" she gushed, obviously trying to be cute and flirtatious. I chose to answer her bluntly, which is really another way of saying honestly.
I miss the easygoing people of Canada. They're funny and awesome and up for anything on a moment's notice. These New York socialites I am forced to spend my days with are uptight, doing things a specific way (what they call classy and in style but what I call boring and meaningless). They waste their time at parties to get better connections, and then use those connections to get even better ones. While it is true that it's all about who you know, it only counts if you know them well enough to call them a friend. I'm so sick of parties and preppy city girls who are considered sexy here but really wear way to much mascara. And they are nothing compared to the one girl that matters, the one I left behind: Holly J Sinclair. I can't wait for Yale.
But I didn't tell Tinsley all that. That would be unorthodox and just plain rude. I wasn't raised that way. "I hate it here. I miss Degrassi, my old school, and I miss Canada. New York has its charms, but Toronto is so much better.
Her facial expression, once a false look of adoration, instantly turned sharp and icy cold. "Maybe you should just go home, then!" she snapped, and stalked away angrily, muttering to her friends, who cast me dark looks. I barely noticed. Her words nagged at me. Something she had said…
It hit me like Spinner's fist. Home! It's definitely not New York City, despite the fact that two-thirds of my family is here. Degrassi, Canada, Holly J, is home. And home is where the heart is, is where I belong.
I've got to talk to my mom.
Short intro chapter. The next will be longer and I shall update soon. Review, if you wish. I do.