It's been about three years since I've been anywhere near Degrassi. I haven't seen my friends, the Lakehurst fuck-tards, or my family... my JT, my loving brother. Those stupid Lakehurst psycos! First that damn Rick basterd, then fucking Drake Lempkey and Johnny Di Marco! Lakehurst is bunch of motherfucking murderers!

Anyways, it's my first time back here in three years. I just wonder if anyone will remember me. If anyone will care that I'm back. Most importantly though, I want to go to Degrassi, my living Hell hole, and see the only thing mildly-good about that place. My brother's memorial.

After my brother was stabbed, and after all of the funerals and stuff, I made it clear to Gavin Mason, Spinner, that I was running away. To start a new life. I wanted him to come, to escape the world with me, but he refused.

Other than JT, I only loved Spinner. I had many of flings to get over him, but nothing worked. There was no remedy, no cure to my broken heart, until he took me back. He was the only thing that made me feel better. That kind of worked with everyone. When JT got upset with me, the only thing that made me feel better was his presence. So I knew when he died, it wouldn't be that way for once. I wouldn't be able to hang out with him and make everything better. That was the first time I knew my heart couldn't be repaired. He was my little brother, so it was like fucking Drake Lemkey just felt like cutting my heart's core out, as well as slicing JT aorta.

I'm Taylor Janel Yorke, and this is my story.