Here is an idea I got. I hope you all like it, and I don't own Degrassi! Enjoy!

I never thought I would find myself in the situation of dying so young, 16 years. I always dreamed of growing old, watching the wrinkles move into my face, me trying on every known-to-man skin product to get rid of them, living my dreams of taking on the big time, but all that was shattered the moment I made the decision to go into labor during the audition. Wait, maybe I should backtrack. Like, maybe about 11 years ago when I got my first guitar…

11 Years Ago

It was summer, and the kids were celebrating the graduation of the end of a school year. Of course, for us 5th graders, it was an even bigger celebration. We were going on to middle school.

"Isn't this great Jenna?" squealed Katty, my best friend. I grinned and played with a strand of Katty's gorgeous flaming red hair.

"Totally! I was waiting for this day for like, forever!" I cheered. And we walked out of Lincoln Elementary School hand in hand. I was honestly looking forward to the summer. Mommy had promised me that I could finally start my interest in music with my first guitar! I was so excited, I was finally taking my first steps to becoming a pop star! Ever since I was a kid, I had sung my soul to the sky. My brother, Kyle called me a nuisance and that I would never get it big, but I never believed him. I knew I had the lungs to finally live my dream.

As I screamed goodbye to Katty, promising to see her over the summer, I looked up at my brick apartment excitedly. Who knew what Mommy had in store for me when I got home? I squealed and shot straight home, my feet barely touching the cement ground. What kind of guitar would I get? An electric, an acoustic? I really wanted an acoustic. Something about the way it sounded. It made my heart fly. The electric wasn't bad, but I didn't really seem like the punk rocker type of person. But, of course all different genres can come out of an electric too.

As soon as I flew through the door, I saw Mommy grinning at me with they car keys. My smile faded a little once I didn't find a guitar, but my hopes immediately perked when Mommy smiled her Mommy smile and said, "let's go find you a guitar!"

As I entered Jakey's Music Store, I saw a nice lady behind the counter. She grinned, showing yellowish teeth and said in a nasally voice, "what can I get you doll?" I giggled and flipped my pale blonde hair cutely.

"My first guitar!" I responded. The lady smirked and pointed to a long rack that filled up most of the store with guitars. I gasped and slowly walked over, my eyes intent on the gorgeous instruments before me. I touched the beautiful designs tenderly, as if even the slightest pressure would break it. I smiled wide as I strummed the chords randomly, making the most beautiful noise. Mommy came up behind me and asked me if that was the one I wanted. I shook my head, and scrounged for other guitars that more suited my taste.

The store was full of guitars, all different colors and shapes! I couldn't decide which to get. I wanted this really pretty navy blue one with little silver stars on the side, but Mommy said it was too expensive. I shrugged and moved on. There were plenty more that I really liked.

An hour passed and I still hadn't picked a guitar. Mommy was starting to get annoyed, she kept looking at her Rolex watch impatiently. I started to get giddy, so I hurried up and raced through the stores, searching for the right one. I just couldn't find one!

"Jenna, dear. It's past 6, we need to get home." Mommy said gently. Tears welled up in my eyes as she led me away from the store. I started to cry as Mommy forced me into the car. I cried all the way home.

~oOo~

As I walked through the door of our apartment, tears still flowed down my cheeks like a tiny river. When Mommy promised me that we could shop for one online, I shook my head and raced to my room. I slammed the door behind me and flew to my bed and buried my face into my pillows and wallowed in my own pity.

In the midst of my bawling, the door knocked and slightly opened. At first I thought it was Mommy, but then I saw the dirty blonde hair of Kyle. I looked up, my eyes all puffy like cotton candy and screamed at him to close the door. When he ignored me and sat at the foot of my bed, I frowned and attempted to throw a fluffy pink pillow at him, but I missed. Kyle sat there awkwardly for a moment before meeting me eye to eye and blushing.

"Tomorrow, after school, we can bike to the store again and buy you a guitar." he said softly. It took me a moment to process what he said before flinging my arms around his neck happily.

"THANK YOU!" I shrieked before he covered my mouth in panic. I looked at him questioningly before he said urgently, "Mom might hear and stop us. Shush!" I grin as he walked out of my room and shut the door behind him. Flopping back down on my light purple bed, I thought about how great Kyle was. He was only my half brother, from another father, but we had both got Mommy's blonde hair. Nonetheless, he was a great brother, and I was grateful.

I was getting my guitar.

~oOo~

Click went the lock as I securely fastened my bike to the rack. Kyle led me into the store and I racked my memory, thinking of a guitar that would be perfect for me. I really wanted an acoustic, one with silver tuners that sparkled as I danced while singing, one that made a noise as beautiful as an angel's harp. That would be the perfect guitar.

I looked for the punk lady at the front desk and saw that she was replaced with a prettier, brunette with dashes of pretty freckles and deep navy blue eyes. I smiled and she smiled back. I looked up at Kyle and saw him gaga-ing over a girl that looked about 15, only one year younger than Kyle. I tugged on his shoulder impatiently and he unwillingly dragged his gaze away.

"Right, your guitar. Which one do you want?" he said quickly. I pointed to the acoustics and pulled him over. He took one last glance at the girl before following me.

I scanned the guitars for the second time, only this time, I strummed them carefully, listening to their sound. Finally, we reached the end, and it only too 45 minutes. Much less than yesterday.

I had narrowed it down to 2 that I really loved. One was a wooden one with silver knobs and a hollow, rich sound. The other was black with silver patterns and black tuners. It made a crisp, but fresh sound, also gorgeous. I couldn't decide.

Kyle had $250 bucks with him he had been saving for a new car (don't worry, he had much more money than this, this was only a proportion of the car money. Duh, cars cost a lot.), so he suggested looking at the prices. I nodded nervously and peeked at the prices of the guitars. I sighed in relief as the price was only $225. Kyle said something about it not lasting long, because it was cheap but I knew he was grateful that it was in his price range. I looked at the wooden acoustic, the one that looked and sounded like the guitar of my dreams. I grinned confidently as I took a swift peek at the tag. My heart dropped dead to the ground as I saw that it was $550 dollars. I looked at the black one that now didn't seem as fantastic to me anymore and frowned. I grabbed the black guitar roughly and dragged it to the desk to pay.

When we left the store and got home, I strummed the guitar for the first time. It still sounded crisp and fresh, like the season fall, but the wooden one had sounded like spring melting into summer. I huffed as I took the tutorial book that had come with the guitar and started to teach myself how to play.

How did that turn out? I really hope that I did okay. Plus, check out my other story about Fitz! It's based on A Walk to Remember. Anyway, thanks for reading!

~Swanie