DISCLAIMER: I don't own Degrassi. I only own the characters whose names you don't recognize.
Chapter one: A new day, a new school, a new life.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Was the sound that Heather Moena was greeted to at 6:00 AM, about four hours earlier than she would be up on any day, except today. She looked over at her door and found her mom standing there, holding a tray with a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice on it.
'This is ridiculously early. Where the hell am I anyway?' Heather thought, suddenly realizing that the room she was in looked different from her old one. Same furniture, same everything, but a different room.
"Honey, wake up! It's you're first day at Degrassi, and I don't think you want to be late." Heather's mom said, quite energetically, as if this was the most important thing in the world.
"Where did you say it's my first day at? What happened to Wasaga? Where am I?" Heather asked, suddenly starting to put the pieces together.
"We moved here a few days ago, remember? But you didn't get to see much of the town, you have been on that computer of yours since we got here, chatting it up with your friends back at home. But they're gone now, so it's time to make some new ones at your new school!"
'Yep, my mom has officially lost all sanity. What is chatting it up? Who even says that anymore?!?' Heather thought, while giving her mom the 'I'm-so-happy-to-go-to-school-today' look. She knew she would probably ditch after 3rd period, 4th the very latest.
"Okay mom! I'll be ready and downstairs in an hour!" She told her mom, fake cheer in her voice.
When Heather finally trudged out of bed, she hopped into the shower, washed up and then got out. She proceeded to blow dry her hair, trying to make it as straight as she possibly could, anything to tame her extremely curly and annoying hair.
'I hate girls with straight hair,' she thought, 'they don't have to sit here forever to get their hair straight.'
After she had straightened her hair, she got out her favorite pair of worn-in jeans, her favorite Roxy shirt, and her trusted pink converse sneakers. She also dug through her closet until she could find her old pink and black messenger bag, and her favorite red Hurley hoodie.
"Honey! It's time to go!" Her mom shouted up the stairs to Heather's attic room.
"I'll be right down, mom!" Heather shouted back, trying to sound as cheery as possible.
On the way down the stairs, she quickly grabbed her trusty Ipod from its holder, earphones still attached, no doubt from sometime last night, when she woke up, like every other night, and listened to it until she could fall asleep again. Music never failed to calm her nerves. She could be on a sinking ship about to be eaten by sharks and if she was listening to her music, she wouldn't even think about it. That's how much it meant to her. Of course she was always taunted with jeers of 'goth' and 'poser' at her old school, but what did she care? She listened to her music, and she wasn't another member of the band-wagon groups that listened to Hilary Duff and Aaron Carter whenever they could. That's what made Heather who she was. She didn't care what anyone thought. She was herself.
Before she knew it, she had arrived at Degrassi Jr/Sr High School. No one was there yet. She checked her Ipod for the time
"7:15, no wonder. No one in their right mind gets to school before 7:55." She said aloud, before walking into the building, and going to the main office.
"May I help you?" the secretary greeted her, cheery and bright.
"Uh yeah, my names Heather Moena, I'm new here. I came to get my schedule, books, and anything else I might need."
"Oh yes, we were expecting you today. Here's your schedule, you'll be in Ms. Kwan's homeroom. Also, here is your locker combination, and books you'll need for your classes. Your locker isn't too far down the hallway, you should be able to find it fast. If you need anything, just ask a student, or come to the office and we'll help you."
"Thanks." Heather said, before leaving the office in search for her locker.
"70..this should be it," Heather said to herself. "Now let's see, 11-23-18. Got it! And first try too. Not bad."
When Heather opened her locker, she put her books in, put up her mirror and locker caddy, then proceeded to get out all her pictures of her friends and bands that she liked, all put on magnets by her mother the night before.
'At least she did something right.' Heather thought, as she arranged her pictures until there was no more room. About the same time, students started to fill the hallways, one at a time. The last thing she pulled out of her bag was a picture that her mom didn't have on a magnet, but it already had one on it, courtesy of Heather, 3 years ago. It's been the one thing that she couldn't bear to part with, and the one thing that made her smile whenever she looked at it. It was her and a boy on a park bench, under a big willow tree. The boy with her was her first boyfriend, the first person she ever could say she loved. They were 10, no doubt, but still, she knew she would never forget him. She put it up, and smiled.
'Sean Cameron, I never forgot you.' she said, not realizing that the person she loved and never thought she would see again was in the same building as her.