Author's Note: Of course Miss Emma has to end up with someone, and FYI: it'll either be Alex or Jay, I'm pushing for Alex since their aren't that many. Emma, Jay, and Alex are my three favorite characters in Degrassi, and I'm barely going to change their personalities, just a bit. This is mostly in Emma's POV, when I change it I'll let you know, but I doubt that's going to happen. I really hope I get readers, READ and REVIEW please :) I'm planning to keep this going 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi, just the made up characters.
Longer Summary: After her horrible junior year ends at Lakehurst High, Emma Nelson moves to Degrassi. She's hoping her senior year will be better and it definitely is, especially when she meets Alex Nunez and Jay Hogart, she has a special attraction to both of them, but when she comes to face with bi-curiosity, which of course is only the ignition to the hot drama that she will experience, her life goes in to a slight downfall, but what fun is life without some good ol' Degrassi drama? The biggest part being that: Emma doesn't know how soon her life will end.
Introducing Me
I woke up in a cold sweat. My sheets were on the floor, crumpled up in a weird shape and my pillows were thrown off the bed. It had been like this every morning for 11 months exactly today, ever since… I sighed, shaking my head, not wanting to think about it anymore than I already did. I thought moving out of that damn house would've made it better, but no, of course not. Life for Emma Nelson was never better was it? I let out another deep sigh, I'm so depressing. I sat up, scratching my head then standing up with a yawn.
First day of summer, hell-free, I thought, actually smiling a bit as I glanced at the boxes around my new room. More like new basement, yeah, I live in the basement, lucky aren't I? I couldn't believe that the step-loser and my mom allowed me to live in an almost separate part of the house, which I was sort of glad and sort of bummed, but the little soon-to-be part of the walking dead of a sister had the step-loser and my mom wrapped around her little manicured finger and she wanted a room all to herself.
She's my half-sister, Bailey Leah Simpson, she's exactly 14 years old, and she's already turning into a clone of Holly Sinclair (hence the term soon-to-be part of the walking dead; walking dead = soulless and brainless people) , oh how glad I am that we moved away from that place. Bailey had already been a part of the dumb Spirit Squad at Lakehurst Middle School with Holly's little sister Hannah. (Yeah, Holly, Hannah, and Heather, their parents must be freaks, what are their names, Hank and Heidi?) I laughed softly to myself as I loaded up my tooth brush with toothpaste, beginning to brush my teeth swiftly, making sure I get all the morning breath out before I start unpacking.
Once I was done rinsing, I put my long blonde hair in a pony tail and walked into my room, sighing at the huge amount of boxes I had to unpack. I slipped on some PINK Capri sweats from Victoria's Secret over my short shorts and ran up the stairs to the kitchen, spotting my mom reading the paper on the table as she drank her coffee.
"Your up early, Em," she said, not taking her eyes off of the paper.
I shrugged, "Decided to get an early start with unpacking." Which was half true, I had convinced my mom I didn't need therapy anymore about 3 months ago, I didn't want to go back, so I saw no need to ever inform her of the repetitive nightmare.
She looked up, smiling, "How do you like the house?"
I smiled back, I always put on a smile for mom, she needed to see it, "I love it, especially my room, I was thinking of painting it, white's way too plain."
Mom nodded, smiling, "I'll tell Lionel about it, I'm sure he'll say yes."
Ah Lionel, the step-loser. I almost forgot that was his name, I just call him the step-loser, because that's what he is, I've never liked him and never will. Mom met him 2 months after my dad died and bam! One month later they're hitched in a ceremony with only me and Bailey as witnesses. I hate him, but Bailey loves him. Maybe not, who knows, she is the prize child of the house, maybe she's faking it. Snake wasn't even my real dad and I feel like I miss him even more than she does. I snapped back into the present, hating thinking about my dad, and smiled at mom, "Awesome, thanks." I kissed her cheek, grabbing a granola bar and a blue Gatorade from the fridge and then ran back downstairs, munching on the bar as I threw the bottle onto my bed.
I finally glanced at the clock, it read 7:36 AM, damn… It was early.
I sat on my bed, finishing the granola bar and downing half of my Gatorade, smiling at the familiar taste. Gatorade was an addiction, I bought at least 2 packs of 12 every week, but it was the least I could ask for from the step-loser and mom. I sighed, grabbing the first box near my bed and taking out the things, placing them on my bed and wondering where to put them, then I found my photo album.
I hesitated as I opened it, afraid of what I might find. I shrugged my shoulders, just suck it up Em. I opened the book and began looking through it, it held 500 pictures and it was practically over flowing, I smiled, laughed, and even cried a bit, and by the time I knew it, I had wasted 2 hours, it was 9:45 AM.
"I thought your mother said you were unpacking," a voice said from the stairs.
I jumped, my hand flying to my heart as I saw the step-loser at the bottom of the steps, "Oh, uhm, yeah, I was about to start," I held up my photo album. "Got caught up," I said, smiling.
He nodded, God he was always so serious, "Well she said you wanted to paint your room? So does Bailey, we're going to the store now, let's go buy some paint."
Of course, what Bailey wants, she gets. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, and instead smiled for him, "Thanks Lionel, I'll be up there in a second."
He smiled, just a tiny one, "Alright." And he was gone.
I took the time he turned around to roll my eyes, UGH how could mom fall for him? The step-loser's name was Lionel McAllen, he was from Montreal and was a huge, major Christian, who got mom into it also. Of course, but after the first few times of me being forced to go to church, which I totally embarrassed my family then, my mom let me stay home, but the step-loser so wasn't happy about that, I felt accomplished.
I jumped off my bed, sliding on some patched and faded Hollister jean shorts that went mid-thigh, red Converse, a red American Eagle polo and lip balm, then ran upstairs, running straight into my walking dead sister.
"What are you, blind Emma?! God." The zombie spoke!
I rolled my eyes, "Oh shut up, already."
"Emma, Bailes, stop this instant. Hurry up and get outside, Lionel's in the car."
We sighed at the same time, walking quickly out the door and into the car, Bailey in front and me in the back, and we were off. To keep sane from the gospel music Lionel always played, I chipped off my nail polish and played one of my favorite songs in my head, "Fences by Paramore," I know it sounds weird, playing songs in my head, but it's possible. I leaned my head against the hot glass of the window, singing the song in my head as I endured the horrible ride with the two people I despised.
