b Disclaimer- I do not own any of the Degrassi characters. I only own
the plot, new characters..etc. So please don't sue me! I still haven't
found my pennies yet! ( Yes, I know that line was totally lame, but Stand
by me I is my favorite movie, so what can you do?)
b Author Note- My other Degrassi fic. Totally flopped, it was awful. It's called IA Wilted Rose. I just ruined it, so one of these days I will fix it. Anyway, this one is different, and hopefully all of you will like it. So please review!
Chapter One - b The Social Outcast
My heart pounded unpleasantly against my chest as I walked down the halls of Degrassi High, my new school. My biggest fear it seemed was starting at a new school, even though this was my first time. My palms became sweaty and butterflies were uncontrollable in my stomach. I felt sick. I swallowed hard as I made my way into the administrator's office, where an older man stood looking at me. I shyly made my way up to him.
"Hello," I said in a small voice. "Um, I'm Sophia Merendiz. I just transferred and I-"
The man held up a hand to silence me. I closed my mouth. "I'm Mr. Raditch, the principle of Degrassi. I know who you are, you transferred from the states, is that correct?"
I didn't like him. He was cranky it seemed, as he began flicking through some papers, not looking at me anymore. "Yes, that's right. Pennsylvania to be exact." I cleared my throat. He glanced up at me.
"Well Miss Merendiz," he said. "Here. This paper includes your homeroom, schedule, locker combination and the lunch you are assigned."
I took the paper, and glancing at the clock, I realized I only had ten minutes to homeroom. Muttering a quick good-bye I scurried out of the office, and tried to find my locker.
"Hm," I said to myself. "Locker 309. Well that's 209 so only a hundred to go. Great." I wasn't having the best time finding my locker when I ran right smack into someone, sending me flying back, my books falling everywhere. I glanced up at the person, a girl around my age with blonde hair and a belly shirt on. Disgusted with her phony appearance I began gathering my papers. "Sorry," I muttered.
"Watch it hun," she said. "I just got my nails done, and I don't need them scuffed up." She looked at me, smiled, then gathered her books. "I'm Paige Michaelchuk. And this is Hazel and Terri, that's Spinner and Jimmy." She pointed to a bunch of people my age standing behind her. I only slightly grinned. I didn't like these people they seemed snobby. "You must be new."
I really wanted to snap at her, wanted to point out that yes, I MUST be new, being as she never saw me before, but I settled on a small, "Yes."
"Well, see you around-" She stopped.
"Sophia Merendiz," I finished for her.
Paige smiled cheesily, then all of them walked away. I had just remembered that I wanted to ask them where my locker was, but I didn't really feel like talking to them anymore. So I set back to my long journey of finding my locker.
Two minutes later, and three attempts of asking where I was going, I finally found my locker. Glancing at my combination, I opened my locker, dumped all of my books I didn't need into it, and headed to homeroom. I found it much easier, being that it was across the hall. I walked in just as the bell began to ring. I walked up to a oriental woman sitting at her desk.
"Hello," she said, smiling. "I'm Ms. Kwan. I'll be your homeroom teacher. You must be Sophia Merendiz. Take the seat right behind Craig Manning."
I grinned at her. "Thanks."
I walked to the empty seat she had indicated, and plopped myself down. I didn't meet anyone's eyes, I didn't like people. It wasn't that I was some weird Goth person, it was just that I wasn't a people person. Too many things got on my nerves. Brushing a stray, dark curl out of my face, I began seeing what class I had next. I really didn't want to be here, I wanted to run home and cuddle on the couch, reading a great book. I didn't want to be here..It was the last thing I wanted.
"Hey."
I looked up. The guy in front of me was turned around. I was completely perplexed by his beautiful brown hues, and for a moment I must have looked quite dumb. Shaking out of my momentary daze, I grinned at him.
"Hi," I said. I could almost see my reflection in his eyes. They were so big. I wanted to look away, but it was so hard.
"So, what class you have next?" He asked.
"Um, algebra. Urgh, I hate math," I said, allowing the real me to show a bit. I truly did hate math...at my old school I had to be tutored in it. I was horrible at it.
He laughed softly. "It's my favorite. But hey, I have it next too. I'll walk with you there. You're Sophia, right? I could barely hear you, you spoke so low."
I thought I was blushing. "Yeah, well, starting eleventh grade at a new school isn't exactly the best."
He nodded. "Yeah I know what you mean. I started here in ninth grade. It wasn't exactly the easiest thing to do. By the way, I'm Craig."
I nodded. The bell rang. I grabbed my books and followed Craig out the door. As soon as we got into the crowded hallway, a girl dressed in all black with extremely short, boyish hair came up to us.
"Hey Craig!" She said happily, kissing him on the cheek and taking his hand.
"Hey Ashley," Craig said. "This is Sophia. She just came today."
Ashley eyed me suspiciously, no doubt as if warning me to stay away from her boyfriend. She needn't worry. The last thing I wanted at this school was enemies. I had enough of them at home.
"Hi," I said smiling, as if to reassure here. "Craig was just showing me to my next class."
She seemed to relax. "I'm Ashley Kerwin. Where you going next?"
"Algebra," I said, rolling my eyes. She laughed.
"Cool me too. We better hurry if we want to get there on time, Mr. Gudilikus is so mean."
"Great," I said.
The rest of the day went okay. I found my classes easily enough. Ashley was really nice to me. She told me her old best friend, Ellie Nash, moved away last year, and she had felt so alone. She invited me to sit with her at lunch and I agreed, being that I didn't want to sit by myself. Craig also sat with us, along with some other people I didn't really know. One was named Marco, and then some people I recognized from earlier, Jimmy, Spinner and Terri, came over for a little. I didn't really talk much, and I was too nervous to eat much.
When my final class ended, I was so relieved. I wanted to go home and just forget all about the day. Just as I was walking out of the school, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and grinned when I saw it was Craig.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey," he said. "So, how do you like Degrassi?"
We began walking. "I dunno, it's okay I guess."
"It'll get better. So, where do you live?"
"Um, just around the corner. On Fifth Avenue."
"Cool, I live on Cellar Drive, which isn't too far away, I'll walk with you."
I smiled at him. It was nice to have someone to walk with for once. We just chatted casually, I told him about my old school, why we moved here, my mom's job was transferred, and he told me about him. I was really enjoying his company when we reached my new house. I said good-bye to him, and walked in the doors.
I didn't really want to call it my home. It wasn't. My real home was back in Ridley, Pennsylvania. The house my mother had decided we live in was an old house, probably from like the 1800's. It was big, and dark. I liked it though. It was cozy. It was cold, however in the house, so as I made my way to the kitchen, I pulled my pea coat closer around me.
"Mom?" No one answered. I figured she wasn't home from work yet. She worked as a nurse, and when the old hospital she worked at closed, they transferred her to here. Why all the way in Canada, I didn't know. My father left us when I was ten, six years ago. It was okay, I didn't really like him anyway. He was an alcoholic.
I went up to my new room, and threw in the first C.D. I found, which was my Linkin Park c.d. I wasn't obsessed with them, but I was addicted to their song, 'Faint.' I turned the volume up all the way and laid down on my bed, just thinking about my life up until now.
When my father left, everything was so much better-mentally. We didn't have as much money anymore, which was hard, because sometimes we didn't even have food in the cabinets. I had an older brother, Garet, who was eighteen. I liked him a lot, he was pretty cool. We listened to the same music and we got along better than my older sister and I did. She was seventeen, and such a prissy brat. She cared so much about what people thought about her, and was so caught up in being the most popular girl at school, it just got on my last good nerve. I didn't like her all that much. She was perfect..Great body, great hair, great clothes..We were so different. She had blonde straight tresses, I had dark, almost black, curls. She was thin, and tall, I was shorter and more curvy. She had bright blue eyes, mine were a darker blue, like a midnight blue. She was so beautiful, I was just..ordinary. I hated that.
I didn't like myself at all. I felt misunderstood..I wanted to be a musician when I got older. Back home I was in my own garage band with four of my friends. I played lead electric guitar, and I was addicted to it. Whenever I was stressed, I just jammed all day. But now my friends were all home, including my best friend, Jeane, and I felt so alone. No band, no nothing. My band was what kept me going. Now I didn't even have that. I was all alone.
I ended up falling asleep on my bed with Rufio blaring in my stereo. I was totally tuned out of the world..and that was how I liked it.
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b Author Note- My other Degrassi fic. Totally flopped, it was awful. It's called IA Wilted Rose. I just ruined it, so one of these days I will fix it. Anyway, this one is different, and hopefully all of you will like it. So please review!
Chapter One - b The Social Outcast
My heart pounded unpleasantly against my chest as I walked down the halls of Degrassi High, my new school. My biggest fear it seemed was starting at a new school, even though this was my first time. My palms became sweaty and butterflies were uncontrollable in my stomach. I felt sick. I swallowed hard as I made my way into the administrator's office, where an older man stood looking at me. I shyly made my way up to him.
"Hello," I said in a small voice. "Um, I'm Sophia Merendiz. I just transferred and I-"
The man held up a hand to silence me. I closed my mouth. "I'm Mr. Raditch, the principle of Degrassi. I know who you are, you transferred from the states, is that correct?"
I didn't like him. He was cranky it seemed, as he began flicking through some papers, not looking at me anymore. "Yes, that's right. Pennsylvania to be exact." I cleared my throat. He glanced up at me.
"Well Miss Merendiz," he said. "Here. This paper includes your homeroom, schedule, locker combination and the lunch you are assigned."
I took the paper, and glancing at the clock, I realized I only had ten minutes to homeroom. Muttering a quick good-bye I scurried out of the office, and tried to find my locker.
"Hm," I said to myself. "Locker 309. Well that's 209 so only a hundred to go. Great." I wasn't having the best time finding my locker when I ran right smack into someone, sending me flying back, my books falling everywhere. I glanced up at the person, a girl around my age with blonde hair and a belly shirt on. Disgusted with her phony appearance I began gathering my papers. "Sorry," I muttered.
"Watch it hun," she said. "I just got my nails done, and I don't need them scuffed up." She looked at me, smiled, then gathered her books. "I'm Paige Michaelchuk. And this is Hazel and Terri, that's Spinner and Jimmy." She pointed to a bunch of people my age standing behind her. I only slightly grinned. I didn't like these people they seemed snobby. "You must be new."
I really wanted to snap at her, wanted to point out that yes, I MUST be new, being as she never saw me before, but I settled on a small, "Yes."
"Well, see you around-" She stopped.
"Sophia Merendiz," I finished for her.
Paige smiled cheesily, then all of them walked away. I had just remembered that I wanted to ask them where my locker was, but I didn't really feel like talking to them anymore. So I set back to my long journey of finding my locker.
Two minutes later, and three attempts of asking where I was going, I finally found my locker. Glancing at my combination, I opened my locker, dumped all of my books I didn't need into it, and headed to homeroom. I found it much easier, being that it was across the hall. I walked in just as the bell began to ring. I walked up to a oriental woman sitting at her desk.
"Hello," she said, smiling. "I'm Ms. Kwan. I'll be your homeroom teacher. You must be Sophia Merendiz. Take the seat right behind Craig Manning."
I grinned at her. "Thanks."
I walked to the empty seat she had indicated, and plopped myself down. I didn't meet anyone's eyes, I didn't like people. It wasn't that I was some weird Goth person, it was just that I wasn't a people person. Too many things got on my nerves. Brushing a stray, dark curl out of my face, I began seeing what class I had next. I really didn't want to be here, I wanted to run home and cuddle on the couch, reading a great book. I didn't want to be here..It was the last thing I wanted.
"Hey."
I looked up. The guy in front of me was turned around. I was completely perplexed by his beautiful brown hues, and for a moment I must have looked quite dumb. Shaking out of my momentary daze, I grinned at him.
"Hi," I said. I could almost see my reflection in his eyes. They were so big. I wanted to look away, but it was so hard.
"So, what class you have next?" He asked.
"Um, algebra. Urgh, I hate math," I said, allowing the real me to show a bit. I truly did hate math...at my old school I had to be tutored in it. I was horrible at it.
He laughed softly. "It's my favorite. But hey, I have it next too. I'll walk with you there. You're Sophia, right? I could barely hear you, you spoke so low."
I thought I was blushing. "Yeah, well, starting eleventh grade at a new school isn't exactly the best."
He nodded. "Yeah I know what you mean. I started here in ninth grade. It wasn't exactly the easiest thing to do. By the way, I'm Craig."
I nodded. The bell rang. I grabbed my books and followed Craig out the door. As soon as we got into the crowded hallway, a girl dressed in all black with extremely short, boyish hair came up to us.
"Hey Craig!" She said happily, kissing him on the cheek and taking his hand.
"Hey Ashley," Craig said. "This is Sophia. She just came today."
Ashley eyed me suspiciously, no doubt as if warning me to stay away from her boyfriend. She needn't worry. The last thing I wanted at this school was enemies. I had enough of them at home.
"Hi," I said smiling, as if to reassure here. "Craig was just showing me to my next class."
She seemed to relax. "I'm Ashley Kerwin. Where you going next?"
"Algebra," I said, rolling my eyes. She laughed.
"Cool me too. We better hurry if we want to get there on time, Mr. Gudilikus is so mean."
"Great," I said.
The rest of the day went okay. I found my classes easily enough. Ashley was really nice to me. She told me her old best friend, Ellie Nash, moved away last year, and she had felt so alone. She invited me to sit with her at lunch and I agreed, being that I didn't want to sit by myself. Craig also sat with us, along with some other people I didn't really know. One was named Marco, and then some people I recognized from earlier, Jimmy, Spinner and Terri, came over for a little. I didn't really talk much, and I was too nervous to eat much.
When my final class ended, I was so relieved. I wanted to go home and just forget all about the day. Just as I was walking out of the school, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and grinned when I saw it was Craig.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey," he said. "So, how do you like Degrassi?"
We began walking. "I dunno, it's okay I guess."
"It'll get better. So, where do you live?"
"Um, just around the corner. On Fifth Avenue."
"Cool, I live on Cellar Drive, which isn't too far away, I'll walk with you."
I smiled at him. It was nice to have someone to walk with for once. We just chatted casually, I told him about my old school, why we moved here, my mom's job was transferred, and he told me about him. I was really enjoying his company when we reached my new house. I said good-bye to him, and walked in the doors.
I didn't really want to call it my home. It wasn't. My real home was back in Ridley, Pennsylvania. The house my mother had decided we live in was an old house, probably from like the 1800's. It was big, and dark. I liked it though. It was cozy. It was cold, however in the house, so as I made my way to the kitchen, I pulled my pea coat closer around me.
"Mom?" No one answered. I figured she wasn't home from work yet. She worked as a nurse, and when the old hospital she worked at closed, they transferred her to here. Why all the way in Canada, I didn't know. My father left us when I was ten, six years ago. It was okay, I didn't really like him anyway. He was an alcoholic.
I went up to my new room, and threw in the first C.D. I found, which was my Linkin Park c.d. I wasn't obsessed with them, but I was addicted to their song, 'Faint.' I turned the volume up all the way and laid down on my bed, just thinking about my life up until now.
When my father left, everything was so much better-mentally. We didn't have as much money anymore, which was hard, because sometimes we didn't even have food in the cabinets. I had an older brother, Garet, who was eighteen. I liked him a lot, he was pretty cool. We listened to the same music and we got along better than my older sister and I did. She was seventeen, and such a prissy brat. She cared so much about what people thought about her, and was so caught up in being the most popular girl at school, it just got on my last good nerve. I didn't like her all that much. She was perfect..Great body, great hair, great clothes..We were so different. She had blonde straight tresses, I had dark, almost black, curls. She was thin, and tall, I was shorter and more curvy. She had bright blue eyes, mine were a darker blue, like a midnight blue. She was so beautiful, I was just..ordinary. I hated that.
I didn't like myself at all. I felt misunderstood..I wanted to be a musician when I got older. Back home I was in my own garage band with four of my friends. I played lead electric guitar, and I was addicted to it. Whenever I was stressed, I just jammed all day. But now my friends were all home, including my best friend, Jeane, and I felt so alone. No band, no nothing. My band was what kept me going. Now I didn't even have that. I was all alone.
I ended up falling asleep on my bed with Rufio blaring in my stereo. I was totally tuned out of the world..and that was how I liked it.
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