I sat in the school counseling office with the ticking noise of the school clock beating into my ears. My name is Elijah Goldsworthy, a junior this year at Degrassi High school. Many people stereotype me as the Goth, guy liner wearing freak; I find it quite amusing actually if I do say so myself. I forced my parents to move here so I could get away from the place where my ex-girlfriend, Julia, was killed…by me. I needed a fresh new start, hoping that I could forget about her. It was going to be hard considering the fact that she was my first love. Julia was such a beautiful girl both inside and out. One night we got into a nasty fight way downtown, I said some things that I shouldn't have said and will now always forget, and she stormed off on her bike with angry tears and she got hit by a car in the night. I visit her grave every now and then, apologizing to her, how if I could go back in time I would be the one to risk my own life just to save her. I feel like it's all my fault, if it weren't for me she would still be here and we would be happy. Every day I always wonder if I could ever find love again and if so, would the same thing happen again. I guess you could say that I have a fear of finding love again, it's true, I am, I'm a freaking scardy cat.
"So Mr. Goldsworthy," My mind tuned back in to the counselor with my new schedule, She was definitely Portuguese because the word 'Pouco' means 'little bit' in Portuguese. You could say she was averaged size for women. Her brown hair went down to her tanned arms. "So you want to transfer out of regular eleventh grade English and into advanced, right?"
"That is correct."
Her big brown eyes finally made contact with my emerald eyes after just staring at my schedule, the written expression on her face was completely clueless right now, Mr. Simpson, the principal, told me that this was her first year here. "Why?"
"Last year I took advanced tenth grade English as well and kept up with pretty decent marks throughout the year and we basically covered everything probably even more with the topics that they cover for regular eleventh grade English, so I really don't need another year learning the same stuff, Mrs. Pouco." You would think that I would be one of those genius gifted children since I'm in a advanced class, but I'm not. I just do really well in English since it's my best and favorite subject. Other than that, I'm just an average Joe in all of my other classes.
Mrs. Pouco printed off my new schedule and got out some yogurt. "Well Mr. Goldsworthy, it seems like you are a very bright student. Since the day is practically over, you will start Advanced eleventh grade English with Mrs. Dawes for second period tomorrow, we are very happy to have year this year."
"As for you too, Mrs. Pouco, I wish you the best."I shook her hand and headed out the door.
Ahh, one thing that I love about coming to a new school is seeing people's reaction when they see Morty, my hearse, my baby. People's faces were bewildered, frightened, or snickering like it's some kind of joke. You honestly think I care about what people think of me, driving a funeral car? Fuck no! It's not like I came into this world just to impress them.
*CRUNCH* oh shit….what the hell did I just run over….. I got out of Morty to find a pair of broken glasses, demolished right under Morty's wheel. I picked them up and saw two girls standing in front of me. One of the girls seemed to be Muslim/ Indian and the other looked and the other was a pale, porcelain skin girl with little strawberry blonde ringlets and the most beautiful blue eyes you have ever seen, both seemed to be a little too preppy looking for me, but were extremely cute, especially the lighter skin girl, I'm guessing the glasses belonged to her since she stood right infront of me. I handed her the pair of glasses. "I think their dead."
She blushed a little and smiled, "It's ok, I, uh, I don't need them anymore….I got.. Laser surgery." You could tell she was nervous just from her stuttering, I actually found this to be quite adorable, I usually didn't have this effect on girls.
I looked into her eyes again; they were such a unique blue color, I just could not get over them. Her eyes were just really pretty, actually all of her feautures were pretty. I admit she is a stunning girl. "You have pretty eyes."
She looked down to the ground, probably avoiding eye contact and was blushing again. "Thanks." She seemed to have trouble find her words, poor girl
She stared at the ground for a few seconds before finally reached eye level with me again. "Uh, see you around?"
My eyes were still deadlocked with hers. "Yes you will." I got back into Morty and drove off again.
Sure that girl back there was cute, but she doesn't seem like my type. She probably go's for guys that are goody two-shoes that probably goes to church every Sunday and has their whole life planned out. The Indian girl was cute as well, not as cute as the other girl but still cute probably went for some douche bag that was a major show off on the football team and is mister 'hottie' and 'popular'. High school is just SO overrated. I looked over to see some kid having a hard time carrying some heavy books in his hands.
I rolled down my windows a slowed down Morty. "Hey, you need a lift?"
He smiled and put his stuff in back and sat up in front with me. "Thanks man!" He said, holding out his fist, I don't do fist pound.
I stared down at his fist for a few seconds then looked back at him, arching an eyebrow. He gave me a confused look. "Your suppose to pound it with your fist, bro."
Bro…seriously? Who is this guy? "Bro? Dude I don't even know you! I know what a fist pound is, I just choose not to do it cause its lame and sissy."
"Well it's a pleasure to meet you too!" He said sarcastically
We finally reached his house fifteen minutes later with him talking the whole way, he just sat there like a lump on a log still talking, and they say I'm strange! "So you new here?" he asked
I groaned and rolled my eyes. "Yes."
"Cool me too; I'm Adam by the way, what's your name?"
"Eli, now can you please get out so I can go home." I didn't mean to sound harsh but this kid wouldn't shut up and i was exhausted.
"Look's like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed…" he mumbled. I gave him a almost threatening death glare that was still scary enough for other people. "Okay bye!" He quickly jumped out of Morty and ran into his house; he finally got it, thank god!
This is going to be one hectic year at Degrassi, I can already tell.
Hey everyone! i hope you liked this so far, my first Degrassi story, so go easy on me. Sorry if its a bit short, i promise to make the rest longer. FYI this story will ALL be in Eli's POV, no clare, no Adam.
