[ This story takes place when our favorite characters are about two years older than they are now. They can drive, all that stuff. ]
Sara Simpson made her way through the unfamiliar hallway, a bit more unsure of herself with each step.
She was a new student at Degrassi Community school, moving to Canada from the United States. New York, to be exact. She had curly brown hair that dangled down a little bit past her shoulders, and bright, brown eyes that seemed more curious than anything else.
Her hips swayed as she walked down the long hallway, her mind working a mile a minute. She was following the Principal, who was going to show her to her first class. She came to Degrassi in the middle of the school year, which was a little odd, so she had a lot of adjusting and work to catch up on. She never shyed away from a challenge though, she was a risk taker.
The principal led her into a room full of computers. A balding teacher walked over to them, grinning as he approached.
"Good morning, Mr. Raditch," he acknowledged the Principal. 'Oh, so that's his name,' Sara thought, grinning a bit to herself as the teacher turned to her, and Mr. Raditch walked out of the room.
"You must be Sara," he extended his hand, to which Sara responded and outstretched her own to shake his. She nodded, "Sara Simpson."
The teacher smiled warmly, "Great. I'm Mr. Simpson, and this is Media Immersion," he said, gesturing towards the classroom. Sara looked around earnestly, "Media Immersion," she said slowly. Mr. Simpson smiled down at her as he lead her over to a computer. He pulled out her chair and she sat down, sitting her bookbag on the floor around her.
"Now, do you have experience with computers?" he asked, kneeling down to her sitting level. She shook her head, "No, not really. Back home, there wasn't time for computers," she explained. Mr. Simpson nodded and tapped a boy sitting next to Sara on the shoulder.
"Sean, this is our new student, Sara. I mentioned her yesterday, if you recall?"
Sara watched as the boy acknowledged her, and then looked back at Mr. Simpson, "Yeah, I remember you saying something."
"Well, I'd like you to help her out with everything while she gets adjusted here. The boy looked a bit reluctant but finally, when Mr. Simpson gave him a look, sighed exasperately and nodded. Mr. Simpson smiled and patted the boy on his shoulder, "Great. Thank you," he turned back to Sara, "If you need any help that Sean cannot assist you with, let me know, okay?"
Sara bit her lip and nodded, turning her attention to the screen in front of her as Mr. Simpson walked away to help some other student.
As Sara waited for the computer to start up, she stole a few glances at the boy next to her. He wore a rugged jacket with just as rugged jeans. He had brown hair, and his eyes - she couldn't tell. He was so involved in the task at hand that he didn't even notice her staring at him. She coughed loudly to get his attention, to which he stopped what he was doing and looked over at her.
"What do you want?" he asked, a bit forceful and frustrated.
She shook her head, "I don't want anything. Really. I just wanted to let you know that you don't have to show me around or anything. I'll be okay. I don't want to be an inconvenience."
He shook his head, "No, it's okay. Besides, Simpson would kill me if he found out I didn't.
Sara laughed a little, "I'd hate for that to happen. What's your name, again?"
"Sean Cameron," he responded, outstretching his hand. She looked at it for a minute and then shook it slightly. For the first time, he cracked a smile as he went back to his work.
Sara looked at him for a second more, and then turned back to her computer, grinning as she began typing up an assignment.
Maybe this move wouldn't be so bad after all.
Sara Simpson made her way through the unfamiliar hallway, a bit more unsure of herself with each step.
She was a new student at Degrassi Community school, moving to Canada from the United States. New York, to be exact. She had curly brown hair that dangled down a little bit past her shoulders, and bright, brown eyes that seemed more curious than anything else.
Her hips swayed as she walked down the long hallway, her mind working a mile a minute. She was following the Principal, who was going to show her to her first class. She came to Degrassi in the middle of the school year, which was a little odd, so she had a lot of adjusting and work to catch up on. She never shyed away from a challenge though, she was a risk taker.
The principal led her into a room full of computers. A balding teacher walked over to them, grinning as he approached.
"Good morning, Mr. Raditch," he acknowledged the Principal. 'Oh, so that's his name,' Sara thought, grinning a bit to herself as the teacher turned to her, and Mr. Raditch walked out of the room.
"You must be Sara," he extended his hand, to which Sara responded and outstretched her own to shake his. She nodded, "Sara Simpson."
The teacher smiled warmly, "Great. I'm Mr. Simpson, and this is Media Immersion," he said, gesturing towards the classroom. Sara looked around earnestly, "Media Immersion," she said slowly. Mr. Simpson smiled down at her as he lead her over to a computer. He pulled out her chair and she sat down, sitting her bookbag on the floor around her.
"Now, do you have experience with computers?" he asked, kneeling down to her sitting level. She shook her head, "No, not really. Back home, there wasn't time for computers," she explained. Mr. Simpson nodded and tapped a boy sitting next to Sara on the shoulder.
"Sean, this is our new student, Sara. I mentioned her yesterday, if you recall?"
Sara watched as the boy acknowledged her, and then looked back at Mr. Simpson, "Yeah, I remember you saying something."
"Well, I'd like you to help her out with everything while she gets adjusted here. The boy looked a bit reluctant but finally, when Mr. Simpson gave him a look, sighed exasperately and nodded. Mr. Simpson smiled and patted the boy on his shoulder, "Great. Thank you," he turned back to Sara, "If you need any help that Sean cannot assist you with, let me know, okay?"
Sara bit her lip and nodded, turning her attention to the screen in front of her as Mr. Simpson walked away to help some other student.
As Sara waited for the computer to start up, she stole a few glances at the boy next to her. He wore a rugged jacket with just as rugged jeans. He had brown hair, and his eyes - she couldn't tell. He was so involved in the task at hand that he didn't even notice her staring at him. She coughed loudly to get his attention, to which he stopped what he was doing and looked over at her.
"What do you want?" he asked, a bit forceful and frustrated.
She shook her head, "I don't want anything. Really. I just wanted to let you know that you don't have to show me around or anything. I'll be okay. I don't want to be an inconvenience."
He shook his head, "No, it's okay. Besides, Simpson would kill me if he found out I didn't.
Sara laughed a little, "I'd hate for that to happen. What's your name, again?"
"Sean Cameron," he responded, outstretching his hand. She looked at it for a minute and then shook it slightly. For the first time, he cracked a smile as he went back to his work.
Sara looked at him for a second more, and then turned back to her computer, grinning as she began typing up an assignment.
Maybe this move wouldn't be so bad after all.