A/N: I know that there is no such thing as a photography class at Degrassi, but this idea popped into my head while I was shooting pictures. Cristina just serves the purpose of a neutral character, that's all. I may rewrite it and post it in a multi-chapter fic.
DISCLAIMER:If I owned Degrassi, there would be a photography class.
It was another Wednesday. We were in an unused and dusty back stairwell that was long forgotten, shooting an assignment for our photography class. "We" was Adam, Eli, Cristina, and I. Cristina was new to Degrassi and never said much, but she had come up with our current shooting location. Our project was to pick an issue facing teens today, and photograph it in our groups that the teacher assigned us to. Adam spoke, snapping me from my reverie. "We really need a good idea if we want to pass." he said. We all thought for a moment before Eli came up with an idea. "What about depression?" he asked. We all voted unanimously on the idea. "So, I was thinking that we could have Clare, sitting in the corner, looking sad and depressed." Cristina suggested, pointing to a corner in the landing of the stairwell. I complied, sitting down in the corner, pulling my knees up to my chest. "Here." She stood up from rummaging through her backpack and tossed me something. It was a blurry silver and orange streak in the air before I caught it in my hand and held it up, examining it. It was a pair of scissors. "Ok, you could hold them to your wrist and act depressed.", Cristina explained. I did exactly that, tears forming in my eyes. It was reminding me of everything in my life, Darcy, my parents, K.C., and Eli. Everything that had went wrong. As Cristina clicked the shutter button, a small tear slipped down my cheek.