Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Degrassi: The New
Generation. I only own any character that I produce through my own
imagination.
A month passes quickly; Craig has busied himself with drama, photography and his friends. Something in the back of his minds nags him about something but he refuses to think about it. Everyone is surprised by Craig's sudden change but they say nothing.
Craig lies on the sofa waiting for Ashley to call. They have been going out for a week. His father is dead. This is his life now nothing has changed. The stereo in the living room is on full blast. The throbbing beat of the drums and bass guitar synchronize with his pulse. He hears the doorbell ring even over all of the noise.
Craig opens the door, there stands a policeman, and in his hand, he holds a cream manila folder containing a pile of papers. A confused expression passes over Craig's face.
"Good afternoon sir."
"Hello officer, can I help you?"
The policeman glances at his clipboard.
"Does a Mr. Craig Manning live here?"
"That's me."
"These are for you."
The policeman holds out the folder, Craig takes it hesitantly.
"What's this?"
"Items retrieved from a Miss. Evonne Mariz's residence."
"Thank-you."
"Good day to you."
"Bye."
Craig closes the door and stares at the folder in his hands. He can see that his hands at trembling. He closes his eyes and leans against the door. He sees Evonne appear in his mind again. Her image is almost a clear as it was a month ago.
Finally, he is forced to face what he has been hiding from for the past month. Craig walks over to the living room. He turns off the stereo and the silence hits him like a tidal wave washing over him.
He sits down on the ground next to the coffee table. He tips the contents of the folder onto the table. Papers fall out and photos. Craig reaches over and picks a photo up. It is a photo of Manny.
He flips each photo over and lines them up in a row. Everyone is there; it occurs to him that the police have taken all of the photos off Evonne's wall. On each of the photos, there is a little note about each person.
Manny, cute, naïve, head-over-heels in love with Craig. Paige, insecure, outspoken, brave. Ashley, confused, true to self. Emma, headstrong, passionate. JT, cute, caring, comedic. Toby, insecure, sometimes excessively dense. Liberty, focused, lonely, likes JT. Sean, masks himself, scared of rejection. Spinner, schizophrenic, comedic to serious. Hazel, hides from what she is afraid of, proactive. Terri, beautiful, a good friend. Jimmy, has had a hard time, slow to forgive. Ellie, shy, has a crush on Marco. Kendra, anime obsessed, protected by Spinner. Marco, hip- hop king, confused about something. Craig, photographer, beautiful smile, my best friend.
It occurs to Craig that even though they thought Evonne was just shy she was actually watching each of them in turn. She evaluated their personalities by watching them. He shuffles through page after page of notes, poems and drawings.
One page catches his eye. He picks it up and reads the date; it is the same date she disappeared. He reads Evonne's words, something about regret, and he finds his name hastily scrawled at the bottom of the page.
Although he knows that he most likely will never see Evonne, again he knows that there was more to her then first seemed. And he knows that what she wrote makes sense in everyway and he should remember it.
That night the folder is safely tucked away in a drawer in Craig's room. Craig stares up at his darkened ceiling. Somehow, he gets the feeling that Evonne isn't dead, contrary to what everyone thinks. But if she is still alive why doesn't she come back? Craig sighs and turns over he soon falls into a dreamless sleep. On his bedside table sits a lamp, and alarm clock and one single photo. Craig, Evonne and Angie smile into the darkness of Craig's room.
A month passes quickly; Craig has busied himself with drama, photography and his friends. Something in the back of his minds nags him about something but he refuses to think about it. Everyone is surprised by Craig's sudden change but they say nothing.
Craig lies on the sofa waiting for Ashley to call. They have been going out for a week. His father is dead. This is his life now nothing has changed. The stereo in the living room is on full blast. The throbbing beat of the drums and bass guitar synchronize with his pulse. He hears the doorbell ring even over all of the noise.
Craig opens the door, there stands a policeman, and in his hand, he holds a cream manila folder containing a pile of papers. A confused expression passes over Craig's face.
"Good afternoon sir."
"Hello officer, can I help you?"
The policeman glances at his clipboard.
"Does a Mr. Craig Manning live here?"
"That's me."
"These are for you."
The policeman holds out the folder, Craig takes it hesitantly.
"What's this?"
"Items retrieved from a Miss. Evonne Mariz's residence."
"Thank-you."
"Good day to you."
"Bye."
Craig closes the door and stares at the folder in his hands. He can see that his hands at trembling. He closes his eyes and leans against the door. He sees Evonne appear in his mind again. Her image is almost a clear as it was a month ago.
Finally, he is forced to face what he has been hiding from for the past month. Craig walks over to the living room. He turns off the stereo and the silence hits him like a tidal wave washing over him.
He sits down on the ground next to the coffee table. He tips the contents of the folder onto the table. Papers fall out and photos. Craig reaches over and picks a photo up. It is a photo of Manny.
He flips each photo over and lines them up in a row. Everyone is there; it occurs to him that the police have taken all of the photos off Evonne's wall. On each of the photos, there is a little note about each person.
Manny, cute, naïve, head-over-heels in love with Craig. Paige, insecure, outspoken, brave. Ashley, confused, true to self. Emma, headstrong, passionate. JT, cute, caring, comedic. Toby, insecure, sometimes excessively dense. Liberty, focused, lonely, likes JT. Sean, masks himself, scared of rejection. Spinner, schizophrenic, comedic to serious. Hazel, hides from what she is afraid of, proactive. Terri, beautiful, a good friend. Jimmy, has had a hard time, slow to forgive. Ellie, shy, has a crush on Marco. Kendra, anime obsessed, protected by Spinner. Marco, hip- hop king, confused about something. Craig, photographer, beautiful smile, my best friend.
It occurs to Craig that even though they thought Evonne was just shy she was actually watching each of them in turn. She evaluated their personalities by watching them. He shuffles through page after page of notes, poems and drawings.
One page catches his eye. He picks it up and reads the date; it is the same date she disappeared. He reads Evonne's words, something about regret, and he finds his name hastily scrawled at the bottom of the page.
Although he knows that he most likely will never see Evonne, again he knows that there was more to her then first seemed. And he knows that what she wrote makes sense in everyway and he should remember it.
That night the folder is safely tucked away in a drawer in Craig's room. Craig stares up at his darkened ceiling. Somehow, he gets the feeling that Evonne isn't dead, contrary to what everyone thinks. But if she is still alive why doesn't she come back? Craig sighs and turns over he soon falls into a dreamless sleep. On his bedside table sits a lamp, and alarm clock and one single photo. Craig, Evonne and Angie smile into the darkness of Craig's room.