Title: The Diary of Clare
Rating: PG-13
Chapter: 2
Fandom: Degrassi: The Next Generation
Summary: When Clare leaves the school courtyard, she leaves her diary. Eclare. Minor Klare, Jalli, Parcy.
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Disclaimer: I own nothing except the idea.
Eli furrowed his brow. One entry and she has… "A sister?" he questioned aloud as if Clare was there to answer his question.
Obviously this was the least – and easiest- of all the questions he could possibly ask her. Start off small, right?
If there was one thing Eli knew, he knew he had to keep reading. But how far was too far? He thought of Clare and how she'd feel if she knew he was reading her diary. After all, girls used diaries to escape the real world, and after one entry this was certainly true of Clare Edwards.
Eli could not help himself as he continued to read over her scribbling on the next page.
"Day two. I really don't feel like saying 'dear' to anyone today. I heard the biggest secret of my life today and I know I can't tell anyone. It's kind of like when Darcy did those almost naked pictures and posted them online. Only completely worse and much more horrifying. I was walking inside when I heard Darcy and Manny upstairs talking. I know! I know I shouldn't be snooping, but I couldn't help myself. I had to listen! It's my job as a little sister. But I wish I hadn't. Manny was asking Darcy what she was going to do now. Darcy said nothing because she couldn't tell anyone else she had been raped. Raped. My sister was raped…"
Eli paused for a moment when he saw the messy exclamation point at the end of the fragment. He gently touched it with his finger and blinked in realization. Clare had been crying. He frowned almost instantly. Of course, it would be naïve of him to think that no one cried ever. Everyone cried. It was just now he had proof - and an image of a much smaller Clare hunched over in a bed, sobbing her heart out burned in the front of his mind.
He sighed, searching for the place he left off. "Raped. My sister was raped! I didn't even know Darcy spent time with people like that. I always figured she was smarter than that. I guess she isn't. Peter always tells Darcy how pretty and smart and confident she is. Pretty? Definitely. Confident? More than I am. Smart? Absolutely not. I swear I will be smarter than that. I'll be smarter than Darcy. I have only a few more months until high school and I'll be so quiet, no one will even notice I'm there. Not like partying is my thing anyway…"
DTNG
Clare stood, her brow furrowed, in her room after furiously tearing it apart.
Helen Edwards walked into her room, starting to call out, "Clare…" She froze in the doorway, eyes going wide in surprise at the sight of the mess. "Clare. Oh my…"
Clare spun around to face her mother, letting out a heavy sigh. Looking defeated, she asked, "Have you seen my diary?"
Helen could not help but laugh, "That ratty old thing." She shook her head, turning out of Clare's room, "You need a new one anyways, Clare. We'll go buy you one tomorrow." With that, she started down the hallway.
"Mom, it's my diary!" Clare exclaimed anxiously, following Helen down the hall.
When her mother did not respond, Clare bit her bottom lip hard in frustration, tasting coppery blood within mere minutes. She knew better than Darcy would have. Clare would continue to bit her lips shut through this whole situation - at least, until her father came out with the truth. She refused to stress out her mother more than necessary.
She looked down the staircase as her mother walked down it, disappointed in her parents. Clare let out a heavy sigh, heading back to her room.
