Here is a little story I had in mind about Fitz! I hope that you all like it! It's based on A Walk to Remember, so i don't own Degrassi or A Walk to Remember. I wish I did, but I don't. :(

Fitz's POV

"Vandalizing territory, getting into fights, getting drunk on a daily basis, it's a wonder you ever got back into Degrassi! Don't spoil it Mark." growled my mom. I rolled my eyes as I grabbed my black backpack.

"Mark, did you hear me?" she snapped. I hissed and glared at her.

"I got it all right? Just shut up already!" Mom rubbed her head wearily.

"All right, Mark. Have a good day." she said softly. I snorted as I slammed the door bend me.

"It's Fitz." I growled under my breath as I trudged up the cement steps. I knew that there was no hope of me being 'good'. I was a lost case, and they all knew it.

I didn't care what the dumb alcoholic hypocrite of a mother thought, I wasn't going to give in. Today was gonna suck and we all knew it.

As I looked around, I saw a bunch of faces I knew, and some that I didn't. They were all wearing those stupid uniforms. I smirked as I fiddled with my mucky green bubble vest and plaid shirt. This was as good as my mom would let me wear on my day back to school. Since I had refused to wear the stupid uniforms they sent me yesterday, this was the best i could manage.

Ignoring people was my specialty. Everyone started at me as the only student not wearing a uniform, the student that got sent to jail for carrying a knife walked away from the street and came face to face with the school that ticked me off like a time bomb. Degrassi High.

Zoe's POV

"Have a good day, honey." Dad smiled as I stepped out of the car. I played with the red polo shirt and khaki pants this school was required to wear.

Honestly, I had nothing against school uniforms, actually I encouraged it! It prevented any ridicule of 'uncool' clothes, and revealing outfits. This skirt was a perfect length, and this polo was very comfortable for me. The only thing I had against this outfit was the red color. To me, red was a dead color. Even more than black was. Red was the official color of the devil, a being my religion frowned upon. But, nonetheless it was fine. I could deal with it, I was just glad of starting anew.

"Goodbye Daddy." I smiled as he drove away. I watched him leave as I fiddled with my golden cross necklace. I never went anywhere without it, and it was like… my good luck charm.

I glanced nervously around as I headed up the stairs of Degrassi. I hurried up the steps, my brown Mary Jane's clacking. My light green bag rattles from the movements I made as I leaped up the steps.

I didn't want to stay in the parking lot for too long, or else people would start noticing me as 'the new girl'. I hated those kind of titles, and this was my first time in a new school. Of course at my old school, I had titles as well. Now those memories, I wanted to forget.

Suddenly, I collided into a large, sturdy figure, sending both of us crashing to the ground. I gasped as I scraped my palm. The person who I crashed into huffed as he got up angrily.

"Watch where you're going, will you?" he spat. I looked up at the boy nervously, expecting to find a fist coming at me, but only saw the most beautiful pair of brown-hazel eyes I had ever seen.

"I'm s-sorry." I stammered. The boy snorted and helped me up. I noticed he didn't wear a uniform as we did, but a bubble green vest (which I loved) and a red plain shirt with baggy jeans. I turned red as he stared at me, so I focused my gaze on my shoes. I could feel his gaze burning into me as I blushed. Finally, he spoke.

"Be careful, not everyone is as nice as me." and with that, the boy turned away. I looked up shyly, my green eyes staring after him longingly.

I pick up my bag and headed back into the school, a small smile on my face. I didn't care how many people saw me crash and bun, or how many people called me 'klutz'. I didn't even care if my palm was bleeding tiny drops of blood. All I cared about was the dark haired boy with the gorgeous hazel-brown eyes.

Then I frowned and stopped in my tracks. I bit my bottom lip as I made a realization.

I didn't know his name, yet… I felt like I knew him.

Fitz POV

After that weird girl crashed into me at the doors of Degrassi, I immediately was greeted by cold stares by Degrassi students that knew me from last semester. I smirked as they gave me 'I would kill you if I could' looks. Jeez, the amount of hate aimed at me was enough to make my knees buckle! Not.

"Well, well, well. Look what the police dragged in." I grinned as I saw my best friend, Owen Milligan strutted towards me, Bianca DeSousa close behind.

"Hey man." I grinned as Owen and I bumped fists. I turned my gaze to Bianca who was nonchalantly chewing her gum, watching us. I smirked as I scanned her up and down.

"Wow Bianca, not a boob or private body part in sight! Am I dreaming?" the curly haired girl snarled and popped her gum.

"Shut up, you bastard. It's because you that we have to wear this. If you had just let the whole Eli thing go, then we-" I snorted and glanced at Owen.

"She's still at that?" the football player nodded in mock desperation.

"Yes! Please save me!" he gasped while clutching his chest. Bianca gave him a death glare.

"So, guys. Ready to claim Degrassi back for ours?" Owen cheered. Bianca huffed and kicked a blue locker angrily.

"The boy's basketball team are the biggest thing now. You don't have a chance." she sneered. Owen rolled his eyes.

"She and Drew Torrez are a thing. Like, legit." Owen informed me. My eyes bugged out at the beaming Bianca DeSousa.

"Are you serious?" I gaped. Her grin immediately faded.

"Don't worry, Fitz. Remember what I do?" I gazed at her blankly before she sighed and fiddled with her red polo.

"I'm just gonna ruin his stupid jock reputation, call up some friends of mine, make him lose the championship game this Friday and leave him heartbroken." she recited bored. I nodded, understanding and turned to Owen. Next to me, Bianca snorted and went off to join Drew who happened to just walk down the hallway at that very moment. I bit back a laugh at the pure happiness on the jock's face as he linked arms with our Bianca.

"Don't worry dude. She's still ours." Owen grinned. I looked at him slyly and smirked.

"Then let's keep it that way." I smiled, turning away. Owen smirked and followed me down the hall. I was going to steal back Degrassi, claim it as my territory, whether they liked it or not.

Zoe's POV

"Hello Miss Simon. You may take a seat wherever you it is available." my art teacher named Ms. Parmel informed me. I nodded gratefully and took a seat next to an auburn haired girl. She turned and smiled at me. I gaped at her, astonished. She had the clearest, crystal blue eyes I had ever seen! They were really pretty, compared to my not as great pale green eyes.

"Hi, I'm Clare Edwards!" greeted the blue eyed girl. I smiled softly and shook her offered hand shyly.

"I'm Zoe." I said. She smiled and gestured to my golden cross.

"I like your cross. I have one too!" she pulled out a pretty, slim cross, very similar to mine, only my golden cross had thin coils, almost like vines around it.

"Are you Catholic?" I asked. She smiled. "Yes." I grinned wide at her. I could tell that I had made a quality first friend.

"Class, you will begin your black and white sketches today. Your goal is to capture the beauty in a type of nature. Weather, season, flora or fauna, anything. Be creative and use the skills I have taught you." Ms. Parmel tittered loudly. Clare and I headed over to the paper and pencils together.

"So, where did you come from?" I smiled.

"Oh, I came from Connecticut. We arrived here about last week." I said slowly. I didn't want to give much away. If I did, my 'fresh start' wouldn't be so… fresh.

But Clare only nodded and we headed back to our table. I looked out the windows and saw… snow. Of course I had experienced snow before, but I found it hard to find inspiration in snow. I loved sunlight and raindrops. The only snow I was really fond of was the falling snow, fresh from the sky. For help, I turned to Clare who was already sketching.

"What are you drawing?" I asked curiously looking over at her paper. Already there was a sketch of a forest with slight traces of a strange large figure.

"I'm drawing a forest that me and my boyfriend go to a lot. The traces that I started are the abandoned church that is there." she smiled dreamily and I looked at her, a small grin on my face.

I wasn't envious of Clare. Jealousy is a sin, but I couldn't help but feel a little wistfulness at the thought of Clare having a boyfriend and I couldn't. I twiddled with my pencil and looked outside.

"I don't know what to draw." I said quietly. Clare's gaze snapped back to me, and she thought hard.

"Well, what do you like to do?" she quizzed me. I laughed.

"I think I spend most of my time reciting the bible from memory." Clare smirked and tapped her foot.

"What else?" I thought harder and grinned.

"I like to sing." I said shyly. Clare beamed and pointed to my paper.

"Well, draw things singing. Birds, the drumbeat of raindrops, the sway of the trees." I closed my eyes and imagined it. Finally, I saw my drawing in my head. A meadow, rain falling slowly, birds huddled under a large rock, singing while the sun peeked through the clouds. It wasn't exactly perfect, but it was good enough for me. Then I started to draw.

I have to say I wasn't the world's best artist, and neither was Clare. We both were amateur artists together. As we headed out the door, I looked at Clare. I was just a little taller then her, just by about 2 inches, but I was still able to look eye to eye with her.

"Thank you Clare." I say seriously. She looked at me questioningly.

"For what?" she asked. I smiled and shuffled my feet.

"For making me feel welcome. And being my friend." I hoped I wasn't being to forward or desperate. I looked up a moment, fear darting in my green eyes. I was relived to find amusement and friendship in her blue pretty eyes.

"Your welcome, Zoe. If you want, then you can sit with us at lunch! We don't exactly have a full table anyway." her voice trailed off as I looked up at her nervously.

"Um… okay." I paused before I started again.

"Do you… do you think they will like me?" Clare smiled. "I'm sure Adam, Eli and Ali will love you. Just be yourself. They'll love you." I blushed at the word 'love', but disregarded it.

"Okay." I said enthusiastically before we parted. I grinned, a new bounce in my step as I walked down the halls of Degrassi. As I smiled confidently as I made a promise to myself.

I, Zoe Teresa Simon, vow to make the best of my fresh start at Degrassi High and make the most out of my luck.

Yay. Finally. First chapters are always really hard. Anyway, hit or fail? Please review!

~Swanie