A/N: I just really thought of this. Like what if Eli Goldsworthy makes an unexpected and awkward encounter with Degrassi's Old School Queen Bee, Paige Michalchuk? Read to find out. I don't own Degrassi or its characters.
It was a cloudy Tuesday afternoon. Heels' clicking echoes the streets from the Dot to Degrassi Community School. The doors just flow with teenagers in school uniforms.
"What has happened to Degrassi?" Paige Michalchuk said to herself.
The students were in different colored polo shirts that were yellow, purple, blue and red. "Ugh, who's the hair brained douche that came up with this?" Paige murmured to herself. Her eyes couldn't believe what has transpired here. She remembered what Degrassi was like back then. Everyone dressed how they wanted. More importantly, Paige always remembered that she was the fashion guru and the trend setter. New year, new look, new Paige as always. But now, she's grown up and Degrassi cracked down.
"This is a disaster. These teens look so unhappy. It's a fashion disaster on a global scale. This is a travesty!" Paige shouted. She cupped her mouth knowing what she said out loud.
Then she saw something she wouldn't be possible in reality. "Mr. Simpson is the principle now?" she squealed. She wished that it was a dream but it was real.
"Jesus, Calm down, Grandma." Someone said who was walking past her. It was a boy with black hair, leather jacket, creepy eyes and a girl with red curls and a jean jacket on. She was appalled.
"Excuse me, what did you just say." Paige challenged the kid. He turned back. "You heard me, and to answer your previous question, yes, Mr. Simpson is the principle. Okay, ma'am?" he retorts. Paige's blood was boiling.
"Hun, did all that screamo and guyliner vastly damage your brain? Do I look like an old hag to you? I'm like 24 years old!" Paige snapped. The emo kid just smirked. "Well, the stench of moth balls and Bengay would beg to differ." He retorts again. The girl behind him snickered. She looks oddly familiar to Paige.
"Hey you, little one, you look vaguely familiar. Who's your sister?" the snarky woman asked. Her eyes widened. "Her name is Darcy, Darcy Edwards." She said meekly. Paige balled up her hands.
Paige remembers when she broke her leg. Then she learned that Darcy and Manny Santos conspired against her during a cheer routine. Then the time Darcy insulted her during the going away party. Secretly, Paige had some hard feelings for that.
"So tell me, how is that little Christian harlot anyway?" Paige asked bitterly. The emo boy's face turned red. "Leave Clare alone!" he hissed. "No, Eli, honey, I got this. To answer your question, Paige, she's actually doing something with her life unlike you. My sister was right, you are just a washed up bitter high school prom queen who dwells on the pass of the farce of high school popularity. So face it, you are no better than any of us." Clare said. Eli grinned like the Cheshire Cat.
"Is that right? You know what, why don't you go and play with your dolls and play tea party. Learn how to respect your elders and has anyone told you that you have pretty eyes? They really draw the attention from that unibrow and those splitends." Paige said into Clare's face. Paige felt powerful again. "Well, you have the elder part right. Oh and don't you ever dare say a word against my sister. Are we clear, Hun?" Clare mocked. Eli busted out laughing. "Oh go play in the sandbox." Paige shouted and walked off. Clare and Eli high-fived.
The impossible just happened. The legendary and well feared Paige Michalchuk was defeated by Saint Clare. "Ugh, things have changed." Paige said under her breath. She walked in the school and was shocked to see the metal detectors. "Are you kidding me?" Paige thought to herself. She walked through the arch and had her purse checked by security.
She was on her way to the front office but she discovered her old locker. She remembers what she always used to have in there. Make up and all. Then a short Indian girl opens the locker. Paige walks up to the locker. "May I help you?" the girl asked. "Oh sorry Hun, I was just walking down on memory lane. This use to be my old locker." She sighed. "You use to go here?" she asked. "You're in the presence of Paige Michalchuk, the former fashionista of Degrassi." She smiled.
The girl gasped. "Oh my god, I heard so much about you. My name is Alli. Oh god, I love those shoes." Alli squealed. Paige's eyes brightened. "Well Alli, you're having nice hair day. Walk with me to the front office?" she asked. Alli nodded her head instantly. "I guess some fashion is still alive and well in this dump." Paige thought to herself.
I decided to make this a story. Old school meets some new blood in Degrassi. I plan to end it with a duel of snarky-ness. R&R.