Another Year at Degrassi
Summary: New year, new drama for everyone at the school. It wouldn't be Degrassi without sex, drugs, scandals, gossip, rumours, violence and so on, would it? A few new characters added(yeah there's a new girl... don't hate me) and a few liberties taken with the characters, but if you're ok with that, read on!
Chapter One
Author's Notes: As you'll see, I have no idea what grades these punks are in. I probably have them all mixed up, so I just sort of put them all in grade 10. I guess that makes it sort of Another Universe fanfic. It will probably become R rated with upcoming chapters. Some pretty racy stuff, hopefully. Heh. I don't own anything except for Regan Kennedy and Mr. Miller, and of course the odd random teacher or student. Hopefully this won't be another one of those the new girl is so popular and perfect and cool fics. Review s'il vous plait.
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The sun was was shining through the window of fifteen year old Emma Nelson's bedroom window. Emma squinted and glared. Her alarms clock started ringing, surely enough it was 7:15am. Emma beat the poor thing senseless with her fist.
Come on Emma, rise and shine. First day of tenth grade! Her mother, Spike said, far too cheerily for her own good. Oh Emma, you broke your new alarm clock? Well it's coming out of your wallet to get another. Come on, I made pancakes. Get dressed and come downstairs.
Emma said, knowing that if she wanted to be early for the welcoming commitee(just wearing a nametag and show around the new seventh graders) at school, she wouldn't have time to eat.
Exactly. Now come on!
Tired, poor and hungry. What a way to start the year.
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Regan Kennedy.
Regan said, glaring at the imcompetent, overweight secretary.
Regan Jane Kennedy? The secretary looked at her computer screen and Regan above her glasses.
Sixteen years old. Changed from Laurier High. Grade 11.
Grade 10, Regan corrected.
But you're sixteen, are you not?
I didn't pass grade 10 last year. Regan wasn't ashamed and showed no sign of regret at this. The secretary shook her head and sighed with disapproval.
Very well. You'll have Mr. Simpson for home room. Class 21. Here is your schedule. Regan nodded and dutifully took her schedule.
She then walked out of the office without thanking the woman and walked outside on the sidewalk and took a cigarette pack out of her black purse. Her eyes scanned the schedule. Homeroom/computers, math, english, science and civics were her five classes, and an hour at 12 o'clock for lunch. What a shitty day. She lit up her cigarrette and took a long drag. She would have loved to be returning to Laurier for another year, but she was expelled from that school on account of never actually going to class. 57 absenses. The secretaries at her old school had informed her that it was a school record.
Just then a tall guy with a camera just by and in to the school. He glanced at her but quickly turned away. Regan raised her eyebrows. If she was into high school guys she might have been intrigued. As it was he would probably make a good flirt to amuse her.
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Mr. Simpson's homeroom/computers class was out of control, as their teacher was not there yet. Everyone was abuzz about what they did that summer and catching up with their friends. Terri was telling everyone about her various modelling gigs and Paige was naming and giving a detailed account of all of her hookups, since she and Spinner had taken a over the holiday. Just then Hazel burst into the class with a big grin.
You guys! Have you seen the new english teacher?
No, why? Paige asked, vaguely interested.
He is so hot. He looks like a movie star, seriously.
Ooh, do tell! Did you see a ring? Paige was straight to business. Ashley groaned.
You guys are gross. He's a teacher.
Oh shut up, you're curious too. Page said flippantly. Ashley rolled her eyes. So, what's he look like?
Dark brown hair, green eyes, tall- like 6'3. Gorgeous smile. His name's Mr. Mason or Mr. Moore or-
You girls wouldn't be talking about Mr. Miller, would you? Mr. Simpson had somehow snaked his way into the class and their conversation without being noticed. The girls shut up and turned their attention to the front. Ok, we all know each other... JT spit out your gum. Don't throw it. Pick that up. Thank you. He rolled his eyes. Anyways, as I was saying, we all basically know each other since your first year here, so let's make this year as easy and painless as we can, ok? I'll start with name call.
Hey man, so what's the deal this year? Spinner leaned over and whispered to Craig Manning at the back of the class.
What do you mean?
I mean, I know Ashley is looking pretty hot... but I haven't seen Manny yet, and you know she's gonna look gorgeous. There was a pause. I mean, you're gonna hook up with one of them, right? Or, if you're bored of their drama maybe Hazel. Craig shook his head in disbelief. Truthfully, he knew which girl he wanted. It was Manny. Ashley was great, but being with her left him cold. Manny made him... happy. The question was, how was he going to get her back, and the way he had treated her last year?
Well which ever you choose- He was interrupted(as was Mr. Simpson) when a girl walked in and stood at the front of the class. Leave that one for me. Spinner grinned.
Regan Kennedy, I assume?
Class started 5 minutes ago.
I got... lost.
Ok, well have a seat, but don't let it happen again. She rolled her eyes.
She can have a seat on my lap, Spinner muttered.
Craig checked her out. The girl from the sidewalk. She was hot, no doubt about it, but she wasn't really his type. The fact that she smoked didn't was points off for sure.
She's allright. Craig said shrugging.
Well, if you're into easy girls, which I am, she seems like the perfect candidate. Craig laughed.
What about Paige?
What about Paige? This is my year of freedom. Besides, did you hear her talk about that teacher guy? So he's 6'3. BIG DEAL. I saw him, and I don't think he's so great. I mean, he's got one of those chiseled' jaws and he obviously works out, but nothing to get worked up about.
You're so jealous, it's pathetic. Jimmy cut in from behind them. Spinner threw an eraser at him.
Ok, well, so everyone is here. Great. I'm going to give you locker numbers and the announcements from the office, as well as go through the course expectations.
As it turned out, Craig's locker was sandwiched between Regan(whom he formally introduced himself to, and had a hell of a handshake) and Ellie Nash. JT Yorke, a kid a year younger than them was on the other side of Regan, and next to him was Paige and then Liberty. JT's mouth practically dropped to the floor when he saw Regan.
Thank you, God. He said under his breath. Paige smirked.
Oh JT. Still obsessed with anything with boobs? Good to see you haven't changed much. She gave him a quick hug hello.
The older students all slowly filed back into class, as Mr. Simpson droned on about homework and late marks and so on while everyone gazed off.
Ellie threw a note to Ashley, who inconspicuously opened and read it. It said:
hey wats up? this class is lame. im bored of school already and its been an hour. did u c the way craig looked at regan? ew. she looks like such a skank. i bet shell make good friends wit manny. lol. do u still like him? i gotta say, sean was looking pretty hott this morning. sizzle sizzle. lol. r u gonna join yearbook wit me this year? im also thinking about making a band. u can play keyboard, i can sing. it wud be cool. write me back.
Aside from Elllie's atrocious grammar, Ashley was happy with the note. She started to write her response.
40 minutes later, the bell rang, indicating the need for students to change classes. Mr. Simpson sighed, he hadn't gotten to all the material he wanted to.
Well, that concludes your first computers class. I hope you all have a great year... study hard. Oh, and if anyone is interested in joining my insect club, they'll be a meeting next week at lunch sometime!
End of Chapter One.
A/N: Hmm, good, bad? Review and stick around for the next chapter, coming soon.