I opened up to a page of signatures. Phone numbers were written all over the page. Then I saw the handwriting that I had got used to seeing all the years I've been alive. "Hey, Green Eyes. I love you. Degrassi is going to suck without your beautiful face everyday. At least it's only one year. Hey... Why don't you scream at the top of your lungs? I love you so much, Eli. Love, Blue Eyes."
My parents were so cute back then. I smiled while I read it. I turned to a page and searched for a specific name... Mark Fitzgerald. I found him and stared at the picture. He looked just like Cory. I heard another knock on the door and my dad came back in.
"Hey, sweetie. I found something you might want," He said, holding a fist out towards me. I got up and walked over to him.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Open up your hand," He said. I did and he slowly relaxed his fingers out of the fist. In my hand was a shiny necklace.
"What is this?" I asked him, examining the silver chain and the guitar pick shaped charm on it.
"This was Julia's necklace. Before she left the diner, she gave it back to me. I had given it to her and she was mad. I was going to give it back to her when we were done fighting, so I just put it in my pocket." He paused and sat down on the bed. I followed, then he continued, "When I found out she died, I never took it off. Your mom finally asked about it. I didn't want to upset her, so I took it off. I keep it in my office downstairs. That's why I left before. Skye, I want you to have it." I smiled admiring the necklace.
"Why are you giving it to me and not Renee?" I asked.
He smirked at me and said, "Do you think your sister would even consider wearing something like this?"
I hugged him. "Thank you, dad."
He got up to leave and said, "No problem."
I grabbed the yearbook and went into my own room. I flipped through pages. My phone started vibrating on my lap. I picked it up and saw the name "Chelsey" flashing on the screen.
"Hello?" I picked it up.
"Heyo, fag. How've you been? Degrassi sucks, huh?" Chelsey was screaming on the other end of the phone.
"Dude, seriously, stop drunk dialing me. It's getting old," I said.
She laughed, "I'm not drunk, I swear." I heard giggling in the background and I rolled my eyes.
"Bye, Chelsey," I said, hanging up the phone.
I put my phone on my nightstand and walked over to my window. I saw a car pull up and a man that looked vaguely familiar stepped out. My heart skipped a beat when I realized who it was.
