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Chapter One – When You Were Young (The Killers)

I woke up with a slight hangover.

I went to a party last night with Adam, which he described to me as the place to be last night, and yeah, I guess it was. Everyone I knew at Degrassi was there. It was the house of some girl named Imogen. Adam mentioned to me that Imogen invited him just so he'd bring me, therefore she'd see me, but I thought that was ridiculous. If she wanted to see me, she should've just invited me herself.

But it was still cool. I didn't really want to drink much but Adam pressured me to. That asshole.

I put on a Dead Hand shirt, changed my pants, and grabbed my stuff. While I headed to my hearse, I realized that I forgot to finish my English assignment due today. Of course. The one class I'm actually good at and I'm jeopardizing my grade since this assignment was assigned a month ago. Maybe I'll skip.

When I got to school, I saw Adam just getting off the bus. I feel lucky that I have a car and a license. Can't imagine having to be on the bus' schedule on when I get to school.

"Adam, did you do that English assignment?" I asked him.

He was carrying a granola bar and chewing. Typical.

"Yeah," he said with his mouth full. "Finished it a while ago. You?"

"Forgot," I admitted. "Think she'd give me an extension?"

By the look on Adam's face, I knew I asked a ridiculous question. Ms. Dawes was awesome but she hated late work, no matter the student. And she loved me, so…

"I'll just skip, work on it then," I said. Our lockers were right next to each other, which was weird since he was a grade lower than me, but it was awesome.

"Do you really think it would be a good idea?" Adam, trying to be reasonable.

"I'll fake sick before then," I shrugged. "Cece can write a note for me saying I had to go home and I'll give it to Dawes tomorrow."

"Cece's too cool to be your mom," Adam told me. It was true. She was pretty awesome.

"You say that only because she feeds you anything you want when you're at my house."

The bell rang and we parted ways. I had math, which I hated, by Armstrong was tolerable. I sat in my seat and brought out what I had for my English short story. I had a page of what had to be ten. Ms. Dawes told us to write about something we question and I decided to write about the existence of true love.

But I only have one page. My mind has so many ideas but I can't make myself write the next nine.

Armstrong started class but I kept my paper out. I stared at it hard, flipping my pen back and forth, but then I felt someone looking at me. I turned my head and saw some brown haired guy in plaid giving me some kind of look. I narrowed my eyes at him a little and he turned away.

What was his name? Jack? Jake?

Whatever. Don't really care.

The next classes breezed by and then I was sitting at lunch in the studio with Adam, listening to the song he and Dave just started playing. I sat at a corner with my notebook in my lap, still trying to finish the assignment. I was on page four now and it wasn't my best but it meant that I could turn it in if I finished in time.

That skipping plan was all too appealing though.

"How's it going?" Adam asked.

"Not well," I admitted angrily. "I can't…think."

"What are you writing about?"

Adam knows about my bad luck with relationships but he has always said never to lose hope. I can't help it though. True love doesn't seem to exist for me. "Love," I answered and then heard Dave mock me.

"Sorry bro but really?"

"Yes bro," I mocked back. "The prompt is to write about something I question and that's what I question."

"You seem really opinionated about it, why can't you write it?" Good question Dave. I was asking myself the same thing.

"Guess I can't translate my thoughts into comprehensible words," I told him. "Fuck. What should I do? Fake a stomach ache? Headache?"

"Broken leg?"

"Funny Turner."

"I think a headache would work, you know. Your eyes are still baggy and that hangover of yours looks like it's still there," Adam pointed out. "Claim that you feel really sick and might throw up and that's gold."

"And that is why you're my best friend!" Adam had the best ideas. I knew he hated helping me with my ridiculous plans that would get me in trouble but he was always there. He was like my brother, I pretty much consider him my blood.

I left the studio before the lunch bell rang and ran to my locker, putting my books in there. After closing the door, I went straight to the bathroom and splashed hot water on my face, trying to make it look red. More believable? I stayed in the bathroom until I heard the next class bell and I made sure no one was in the hallway before I left the bathroom.

I headed towards my locker again and when I turned a corner, I crashed into someone, making their things fall to the ground.

"Today is not my day," they joked and I realized I had bumped into Clare Edwards. I helped her gather her things and once we both stood up, she thanked me.

"No problem," I answered. She was in my English class, the class I needed to skip. Crap.

"Where were you heading? The class is that way," she pointed down a hallway.

"Uh…"

"You didn't finish the assignment," Clare accused. I don't know her very well but she's good at guessing.

"Yeah," I admitted sheepishly. "I thought I'd fake sick, go home."

"Well I never saw you so…" she floated around me and waved as she walked away. "Feel better."

That girl. Her reputation is correct. She really is a saint.

I went to my locker again, wondering if I should have my backpack with me or if that would seem too peculiar, but when I opened it, there was a big envelope over my bag. I took it out, glanced down the hallways, and read what it said on the envelope.

read when alone

I was alone in the hallway so I took out whatever was in there and the first paper was a blank one except for a sentence.

your life has been a lie

I moved on to the next page, shocked at what I had read, and I realized it wasn't just a normal page. It was some kind of old looking certificate but it must've been copied since the paper itself wasn't very old. I scanned the page and what I found shocked me.

It was mine. My birth certificate.

It was my birthday, my description as a baby, but my name wasn't my name.

Elijah Grant Pierce.

The name for the mother was blurred out intentionally but I could read the father's name clearly.

Grant Pierce.

Who the hell is Grant Pierce? Is this actually my birth certificate? Are Bullfrog and Cece not really my parents?

I went to the next, last page and read what it said in the center.

157 Clayton Lane

Ask at Reception

Encyclopedia 1993

That was the local library and 1993 is my birth year. But why should I look through my birth year? Why at this library?

Have I been living with people that aren't related to me at all? Have I been living this lie for the past 17 years, completely unaware of what could be the truth? Who was this trying to tell me the truth and why did I need to know?

I steadied myself by putting a hand on the lockers but it was no use. My mind was spinning and I felt sick to my stomach.

My plan to fake sick didn't pan out the way I did. Because I actually got sick and threw up in the hallway.