Chapter 1 : Makeshift Independence
Ugh! I hate Degrassi and I hate every single human being that goes to it. That's what I was thinking when I walked to school this morning. My first class was Geometry, perfect. After, was Health. Lastly, Homeroom. That was the only fun part about this school, except maybe AP English. I met with my best friend, Fitz. Well that's I call him. I've been calling him that for so long because I forgot his real name. Oh well.
"Hey Fitz!" "Hi Clare." "So what are we going to do today, Fitzy boy?" I say. "Don't call me that!" He says, angrily. "Sorry." "I don't know, maybe go to the Dot?" "Nah." "Library after school?" "No," I say, getting bored. "I don't know then," he says, looking at the ground. "Maybe some other time?," I say, walking away. "Hey! You said it remember"? He mutters. "Yeah, but I changed my mind." "You've been doing that a lot lately." "Well I can't stop being a woman." "Okay… too much info. Got to go. See you at lunch." He says, staggering off. I didn't notice that homeroom was over. Huh? Time goes by fast nowadays. I had 15 minutes of me time. So I first I went to my locker and got my books and went outside to study. Lunchtime came around and Fitz and I sat together.
After school, I went home. I noticed a moving truck nest door. "Mom, who's moving in next door?" I ask my mom. "We're going to have neighbors, honey. They are the Goldsworthy's," She says. Oh. That house has been abandoned for years. Who would want to move into that abandoned (and probably haunted) house? Weirdoes. That's what they are. I went upstairs after dinner to do my homework, and soon feel asleep. The next morning, I looked next door and wait till you hear this. Apparently they have a son! He was driving a hearse. When I go to school, he was already there. He's coming to school here? Wow. I waited by the gates to see what he looked like. I saw the car door open and out came this boy dressed in black and covered in chains. He wore a metal chain with a guitar pick on it around his neck. He had a pale complexion and had dark brown hair and beautiful green colored eyes. What am I saying? I couldn't get caught up in this rift-raft. And in homeroom? Guess what? He was there! Why does G have to be close with E? Turns out, his name was as rare as him. His was Eli, short for Elijah. Suits him. My last period was Ap English. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw him there too. There must be some mistake. He can't be that smart. "Everybody, introduce yourself to the new student, Eli Goldsworthy," Ms. Dawes said to the class. Everyone did as she asked and finally it got to me. " My name is Clare Edwards", I said, smiling. He looked at me for a long time and smiled an unusual smile, but it was beautiful. There I go again!
After school, I heard a car follow me. I turned around. It was Eli in hearse. "Clare, right?," he asked. I nodded. "Well you shouldn't be walking home alone. Why don't you let me give you a ride?" he asked. "Thanks, but I have to pass on that," I said. He walked by to his car. "What are you doing?", I asked after he came back. "Well, since you won't let me drive you home, I'll walk with you. You're not leaving my sight one way or another." I couldn't stop staring at him as he talked. "What are you staring at?" I realized I was in a daze. "Oh, sorry," I say, trying not to look at him. It was hard not to. "I forgive you. So you're into Literature?" He asks. "Yes. I love it." "Same here. I love reading and writing. Guess we have something in common?" He says, smiling. "Do you want to hang out?" "Sure, I'd like that."
