I looked out the window, and through the sheen of fog that coated the glass I could make out the large letters:

DEGRASSI COMMUNITY SCHOOL

Fuck it, I didn't wanna go there. I'd heard terrible things about that place; I'd heard some poor kid almost got stabbed there just a few months ago!

"Emily, it's for the best. The old school just…wasn't working out." My mom kept telling me.

If only it had been just the school. My whole LIFE wasn't working out.

Ever since…

"Em, we're here." My mom announced, breaking my thoughts and trying to sound cheerful.

I got out of the car and didn't miss that my cloud of breath was very visible. Honestly, my mom made us move and everything, why couldn't we have moved to Hawaii instead of just across town?

"Whatever." I mumbled. I knew I would have to go to Degrassi no matter how much I protested, so there wasn't a point in it.

And it's not like I didn't hate my old school…or at least the memories it held…but I didn't really think Degrassi would be the best place for a fresh start.

"Oh Emily, c'mon. Just try to make the best of it."

"Haven't I been doing that for over a year?" I replied in monotone. The spasm of pain that shot across my mother's face didn't bother me, because I knew that I missed her even more than she did. I'd loved her more than our mother.

"Emily…she would want you to make the best of it."

"Don't talk about her." I spat, and walked ahead of my mother into the place that would become my new home away from home.

As my mother was talking to the principal and getting my registration settled, I sat down in a chair outside of his office. The school didn't look too bad, but then again I guess they'd cleaned up after that whole almost stabbing thing. I sighed, and slowly willed myself to, as my mother said, "Make the best of it". Only because I knew she was right, I knew my sister would want me to.

My sister…I would do anything to bring her back.

But he took her away from me. He killed her.

If I ever saw him again, I would destroy him. But at her funeral, we'd both made it very clear that we would not be seeing each other again.

I didn't show up to school for a long time after she died, and when I did, he'd transferred. And now I'd transferred too, away from that god-awful place, the place that held so many memories of my sister…and him.

In order to calm down, I thought about how I would never see him ever again.

Little did I know that I was so fucking wrong about that.

I was right about one thing though, Degrassi isn't the place to look for a fresh start. Especially when what you were trying to get away from is walking through its hallways.

That fucking smirk still playing on his lips.