A/N: So, yeah, I still haven't got any reviews but yet I'm posting this. Like WTF is wrong with me? Whatever. If anyone's reading this, enjoy. :)

Chapter 4:

(Julia's POV)

Wake up. Take a shower after Blake. Eat breakfast. Sit in room and write. Eat lunch. Sit in room and read. Eat dinner. Sit in room and read and write. Sleep. Repeat.

That's basically all I did the entire summer. It was a pattern that I'd fallen into. Writing and reading were the only things I could do to pass the time. I'd gone through countless book and notebooks. I wrote an entire notebook as fast as I could read an entire book. Next thing I knew, the first day of school was staring me right in the face. I had stayed up late the night before, and slept through my alarm, just my luck, right? Dad came to wake me up though. Of course he did, he wouldn't want me missing the first day of school. It was his first day as well. He was transferring to Degrassi to teach 11th Grade Advanced English. The class I would be in. Great, huh?

I got up and picked out my first day of school outfit. It was a black, blue, and purple Asking Alexandria shirt, a leather jacket, black skinny jeans, and combat boots. I applied my makeup and put Dad's skull ring on my thumb. Munro was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs when I was coming down them. Blake came up behind Munro with a piece of toast half sticking out of his mouth. I heard some bacon cooking in the kitchen and went out to retrieve some.

Mom was out there, smiling. She was such a morning person. "Good morning, honey," she said while giving me a kiss on the cheek. She had been nice to me all throughout the grounding. She was pretty much over the whole stealing and getting arrested ordeal.

"Nice breakfast you have cooking there, Mom," I said while grabbing a plate from the cupboard. I popped a piece of a toast and some bacon onto my plate. No one was sitting at the dinning table, so I decided to go sit there by myself.

My dad came downstairs as I was eating and went into the kitchen. He walked over to Mom and kissed her deeply. "What's cooking, good looking?" he asked with his signature smirk on his face. My mom handed him a plate of food and he came to join me at the table.

"Are you excited?" he asked me, taking his usual seat next to me.

I shook my head. "Freshman and sophomore year sucked. I doubt junior will be any better."

He laughed. "Junior year was… interesting to say the least. You'll love it, trust me."

I heard Mom's distinct laugh coming from the kitchen. "Of course you would label junior year as interesting, Eli. Speaking of junior year, have you spoken to Imogen lately? I saw her when we were out to dinner the other night. I thought she was still in Vancouver."
Dad shook his head. "Last time I spoke to her, she said that she and her daughter were coming back to Toronto. I'm sure her daughter will be attending Degrassi as well."

Imogen had been my dad's girlfriend after my mother broke up with him. He ended up getting back with Mom, of course, but he was always friends with Imogen. She even went to the same college as my parents. Her and my dad still kept in touch to this day, although she'd spent the years after college in Vancouver. I've never met her, but it looks like I was going to sometime soon. Maybe I'd meet her daughter today, who knew?

"Julia! Dad! We have to get to school," Munro yelled from the living room. Dad and I handed our dirty plates to Mom. We followed Blake and Munro out the door. We were about to leave when a little voice called us back. It was Raechel. We must've woken her. "Daddy! Can I go too?"

"Sure, darling," he said as he scooped Raechel into his arms. The baby got the most attention, of course. If only Raechel knew the truth about her. You see, my parents had decided on having three kids. They decided it after Munro and I were born. One day, my mom forgot to take her pill, if you know what I'm saying. Many months later, Raechel was born. My parents really didn't really want another kid. For a while, they would fight over who had to take care of her at night. But, when Raechel was one month old, they realized how much they actually loved having another baby. Good thing they did or Raechel would've ended up being one of those neglected kids.

The five of us rode to school in silence. We rode in my dad's black truck. I sat in the front seat with Dad, leaving Blake and Munro in the back with Raechel, who no one liked sitting by. All she ever did in the car was complain about the car seat and that the ride was too long. But, yet, she rode in the car ever single chance she got. I never understood it and I really didn't care. When you wanted to block someone out in our house, you either put in headphones or crank the music really loud. Since I was ungrounded, I got my iPod back. So, I plugged in my dad's bulky headphones and listened to Black Veil Brides music until we made it to school. Dad dropped us off at the main entrance. Before getting out I kissed his cheek and said, "See you in English."

"Julia. Wait," he said. He pulled out his guitar pick necklace from his pocket. "I want you to have this."

"Thanks, Dad," I smirked. I clasped it around my neck and ran off to catch up with Blake and Munro.

Munro, Blake, and I all parted ways once we were inside the school. I wandered down the main hall and found my yellow locker. I hated it. I couldn't stand the color. The combination was planted firmly in my memory, so I had no trouble opening it. Inside, it had a mirror and a small dry-erase board that I had put in my locker when I'd first received it, back in freshman year. The locker to my right was empty, I noticed. The one on the left was occupied by a new freshman, it seemed. A small girl, about three inches shorter than me, was fumbling around with her books. She had shoulder-length brown hair. Her bangs were pulled back and clipped on top of her head with a barrette. When she looked up, I saw her bright blue eyes. They were quite pretty, but they were hidden by black glasses. She was very pretty, no doubt. As I was looking at her, she dropped two books on the ground. I crouched down, along with her, and picked them up. I looked down at the book. They were two of the books my mom had written. They were all about her and Dad. The later ones have me, Munro, Blake, and even Raechel though. As I handed them to her I said, "Hi, I'm Julia. Julia Goldsworthy."

"Goldsworthy, eh? I bet your parents are Eli and Clare," she smiled, gesturing to the books. "I'm Samantha Moreno, but call me Sam."

"Moreno? I've heard that somewhere," I pondered the name.

She laughed, as if it should be obvious. "My mom is Imogen Moreno. She dated Eli in high school."

Of course, she was Imogen's daughter. "Oh, yeah, I've heard lots about Imogen."

"Oh, and since I'm talking to you, do you think you could get me a date with Munro sometime?" she asked, blushing. I could tell that I was going to be great friends with Sam.

I noticed Munro walking by and I yanked him by the sleeve over to Sam and I. "Munro, this is Sam Moreno. Sam, this is Munro."

They shook hands and started talking. Munro shot me a look that clearly said you need to go away so I can talk to Sam, without you around! The beauty of being twins is that you always know what your twin is thinking. I took the hint and slammed my locker shut. I walked into my homeroom, knowing I had made a perfect match between Sam and Munro.

That satisfaction kept me smiling as I walked into homeroom. A few people looked at me funny, but I really could care less what anyone in the school thought of me. I claimed the seat in the far left corner of the classroom. It's where I usually picked my seat to be. No one sat next to me, until the last person walked in. Who would want to sit by Mr. Goldsworthy's daughter? The seat next to me was the only one open, so they sat in it. The last person to walk in was a tall, lanky guy. He had medium-length brown hair that curled oddly around a black hat and light brown eyes. His tan was so dark; you could barely see his array of freckles that splashed across his nose. By far, he was the hottest guy I'd seen all day.

"Hello, beautiful," he leaned over and whispered. "Where have you been all my life?"

I smirked and replied, "Hiding from you."

He chuckled, realizing that I was just joking. "I'm Derrick Torres. And you?"

I mentally debated over whether to tell him my name or not. He'd be turned off once he realized that my dad was a teacher. I finally decided on telling him, there was no point in putting it off. "Julia Goldsworthy."

"Oh, Mr. Goldsworthy's daughter, eh? Must suck to have your dad watching you all day long," he replied.

I nodded. "Yep."

"Ms. Goldsworthy. Mr. Torres," the teacher, Mr. Miller, called our names. "Would you like to share your conversation with the class?"

We shook our heads and turned back to the board. The rest of class was a blur. Derrick walked me to my next class, which was English with my dad. Great. I walked inside and noticed that I was the first one there. My dad was typing away on his computer at the desk in the front of the class. He smirked when he saw me walk in. I walked over to the desk and saw what he was doing on the computer. He was IMing Mom. I really didn't want to know what they were talking about, so I looked away.

"Bye, Jake!" I heard a voice say. I looked up to see a girl with long black hair kissing some guy. She looked like your average boyfriend stealer with seriously revealing clothes. The guy, who was apparently Jake, walked in. He had long, Emo-looking hair, although he was far from Emo. His brown eyes were darker than his hair and it looked kind of weird. He was wearing a white and gray striped hoddie, jeans, and converse.

"Oh, cute, Little Miss Doom is helping her daddy, Dr. Doom," the guy said, sitting down in the back of the room.

I walked over to him and he stood up. "You wanna say that again?"

He repeated what he'd said and this time, I didn't hold back. I punched him square in the nose.

A/N: Haha. Cliffhanger.

So, who's up for some SamxMunro? Wait... Sam Munro. She plays Anya. I SWEAR I DIDN'T NOTICE THAT. LOL. Really, I noticied it like an hour ago, but whatever. Imogen hasn't even been shown yet, but I'll throw her and her daughter in here anyways. xD

Oh, and who doesn't love the possible JuliaxDerrick? If you haven't noticed the last name, look again and think of who the parents could be! I'll give you one hint: He's not another one of Adam's kids.

I'm writing the next chapter as we speak, but you can't have it until I get one review. I'm asking for one measly review!

~ DegrassixEllie