Clare Edwards was always alone. Whether she was wondering the hallways at school, sitting in the back of the classroom, or walking around the town, she was always by herself. Everyone in school was nice to her, and she was polite in return, but that was the end of their relationship. No one was her friend, nor was anyone her lover. It seemed as if she was living her life completely alone.
Now Clare knew that it wasn't always like this, but the students at Degrassi High School did not. Clare knew that she used to be popular and loved by everyone at her old school, Jacks High, but here she was a loner. It wasn't as if no one wanted to befriend her-in fact, it was quite the opposite. Everyone wanted to be her friend, but she kindly pushed people away before they got the chance. If one thing was clear it was this; Clare Edwards works by herself.
When she was nine, Clare lost everything. She lost her loving mother, her little sister, and her baby brother to some robber with a gun. Clare was at a friend's house when this happened, keeping her alive while her family, gone. She was forced to move across the country to live with her only living relative, her aunt Becky. She despised her aunt. It wasn't as if her aunt wasn't a nice person, but they just did not see eye to eye on things. When Clare felt the tragic loss of her family, she promised herself one neither thing- that she would never love, nor care for anyone again. She never wanted to feel that heartache that she felt when she lost everyone. She had abided faithfully by that rule until one year, her sophomore year in high school. It was the year she met him. It was the year everything changed.
"I can't believe I still have to spend three whole years in this school," thought Clare to herself. She looked around at her new English class, wondering how many of these moron's would actually do something with their lives. Her guess was about a quarter. She rolled her eyes as girls ran up hugging each other, gossiping about the new kids in school. As if Clare didn't have enough to deal with already, now she most likely had to sit next to one of these blonde idiots. And the worst part was there was nothing she could do about it.
Just as she was thinking a way to harm one of these blondes, a new student walked in. Just to call him that would be an insult to him. He had dark hair, was wearing all dark clothes, and wearing slight black eyeliner. In her eyes, he was beautiful. Apparently, the blonde bimbos did not agree. "Look at his eyes!" Clare heard one of the girls whisper. "Look at his jeans!" She heard another say. Clare could not help but feel sorry for the beautiful boy, so she walked up to him and smiled.
"Hello. I'm Clare Edwards. If you haven't noticed, this class is full of brainless idiots who cannot think for themselves." She paused her speech to give a quick glance at the girls, who were gossiping as if nothing was happening. "Yeah don't expect to get anything out of them. What's your name?"
"I'm Elijah. Elijah Goldsworthy. And if you don't mind, I'd really rather not talk to someone who thinks their above everyone else." And just as if he had politely asked her to move, he walked past Clare without a glance back.