Disclaimer: I still own nothing except the idea and Kallie, and my hamster Degrassi, all of which survive on purely pitas and hummus. What? I'm too busy writing and being a lazy ass to cook.

A/N: Thank you to my reviewers so far, I'm glad you guys are liking it :). This update is coming earlier than I had anticipated, but hopefully the trend continues! Anyways, so it's easier to follow along with the fic, since although it's AU, it's still 'canon-ish', every chapter I will now be including a timeline for when each chapter happened roughly.

Timeline: The same day as Chapter One, following What's My Age Again? and before Idiotique.


Kallie dragged herself out of History, groaning in relief as she reached her locker. Finally, lunch. As much as Kallie loved school, she hated History class with a passion. It had already happened, so who cares if a few students didn't know the exact details of every damn thing that happened in the country since it's founding, as long as they knew the basics. The other blocks had gone relatively well however, Kallie wagered. Clare had been in her writing class, along with a guy that Clare seemed tense around, the other girl had quickly befriended. His sense of style, along with his writing style was kind of morbid, but interesting.

Finding herself at the cafeteria, Kallie scanned around quickly. She didn't see Alli or Clare anywhere, or the the guy from her writing class either, whom she had learned was named Elijah, or Eli. She quickly came to the conclusion they had lunch another block, and zeroed in on an empty table off to the side. She plopped herself down near the middle of it casually. As she was about to begin consuming her lunch- brown bagged of course, Kallie never had taken a liking to cafeteria food anyways- she glanced up as a shadow fell across her. Finding herself looking up on a trio of seniors, Kallie was about to give up her seat but was stopped by a montage of greetings directed her way.

"Hello-" Kallie greeted back, inwardly relieved the seniors here didn't seem as hostile as the ones in her former school so far. However, her salutation was cut off as the redhead who had taken a seat across from Kallie spoke.

"I'm Holly J, student council vice president, this is Anya and Fiona. You must be the new student."

"Yeah, I'm-" she was cut off yet again, this time by the girl with straight dark brown hair Holly J had introduced as Anya. As she spoke, she gestured to Kallie's ID card.

"Kallie Barrera. Pretty name."

"Th-" For the third time, Kallie was interrupted as she attempted to thank the girl for the compliment.

"Most Kallies I know have a C, not a K."

"Yeah, it's more comm-" And yet again, she found herself cut off. Any other person at this point probably would have gotten angry or frustrated, but Kallie smiled to herself. She preferred to keep quiet anyhow, and she had the feeling Anya preferred to do the talking. Sarcastically, Holly J interjected into Anya's ramble, swatting her playfully.

"You don't know any Kallies, Anya."

"Yeah but thats besides the point-"

"Guys." Fiona spoke up for the first time, silencing them both. "Are you planning on letting her complete one whole sentence this period? If so, please, by all means, let us know." The other two girls murmured apologies as Fiona took a seat to the left of both of them, rolling her eyes with a good-natured smirk. "Sorry about them, they'd talk forever if someone didn't stop them." An indignant noise came from Holly J which was quickly quieted by a quick pat on the hand from Fiona. "Oh, you know I love you. Flaws and all. So, Kallie is it?"

"Some people call me Kat, but I'm fine with either. To be honest I'm not really all that sure where Kat even came from."

"I'm going to call you Kallie, it's more original." The remark was met by a quiet chuckle and a nod of approval; even though she didn't really care what people called her, she really did prefer to be called Kallie, if only because she responded to it more quickly.

"So, where are you from, Kallie?" Anya inquired, quickly elbowed in the ribs by Holly J.

"Ahn, what did I tell you? Hold off on interrogation until the second day back."

"It's okay. I'm originally from Saskatoon, but we moved around a lot. When I was seven we moved to St. Johns for a year, then New York for four years," at this both girls glanced at Fiona who was smiling brightly, Kallie quickly came to the conclusion she must have ties to the large city, "And the past almost three years I've been living in Montreal. Apparently in that short amount of time I've managed to gain myself an accent, though. Luckily I didn't pick up a Jersey accent from New York."

"Oh gosh, Jersey accents are the worst. If you had picked up that particular accent I'd have to rip your tongue out, I'm sorry to say." Fiona's eyes sparkled mischievously, rousing a giggle from Anya and a grin from Kallie. Suddenly, Holly J spoke up, brows furrowed in confusion.

"Wait, there's a couple years missing on your timeline." The junior shook her head, her brunette locks stilled from excess motion by her hood, still in place.

"Nope, it's because those years haven't happened yet. I'm 15 in two weeks; I skipped two grades."

"Two? Geez, are you some sort of freaky-genius or something?" Anya inquired. She seemed skeptical, as if at any moment the other girl would yell 'SURPRISE!' or some sort of nonsense letting her know it was a joke. However, that signal never came as Kallie bashfully ducked her head.

"Oh, not at all. Right now my marks are pretty average, it's just in the past I wasn't being challenged enough so I got to skip a couple of years."

"Darn, and I was thinking you could give Holly J a run for her overachieving money."

The rest of lunch went by quickly, with the redheaded leader of the trio sipping water and eating a cucumber sandwich; Fiona consuming some sort of dish that just had to be takeout from a styrofoam container; the cheerful chatterbox that was Anya eating salad from the caf; and Kallie digging into her lunch of toasted pita and hummus, that more than once during the period Fiona helped herself to. And of course the lunch table was always peppered with humorous stories and statements, punctuated by frequent laughter from all the participants.

Quite quickly Kallie found herself enjoying all of the girls' company more than she had originally expected. What surprised the girl even more was that for perhaps the first time in her life, she was making friends. In fact, she was certain she had already found six of them.