Summary sucks, I'm really bad at writing them...
Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi or any of its characters... Unfortunately.
This was kind of a quick burst of a quick burst of inspiration, from Don't Dream It's Over...
Ellie sat in silence, fiddling with a ring on her left hand. Ms. Sauve sat across from her, looking from Ellie to the notes in her hand, detailing their past counseling sessions. Ellie looked up from her hands and looked at Ms. Sauve, wondering what she was thinking. Ellie had been coming to Ms. Sauve a couple of times a week for the past few months, when Paige had caught her in the girls washroom and gone off to tattle to Ms. Sauve about it. The meetings had mainly gone like this one, Ellie would sit in silence, while Ms. Sauve took notes and tried to coax Ellie into talking. It wasn't that Ellie liked wasting Ms. Sauve's time, she just didn't know how to talk about it, how could she explain why when even she didn't really know. She had tried a few times before, but even then she couldn't really explain it to Ms. Sauve. It was just better left unsaid.
Several minutes later Ms. Sauve glanced at her watch, realizing their time was up. She sighed and gave Ellie a smile. "Well it looks like our time is up for today. You're doing better Ellie, we've made some progress. Just keep using those elastic bands I gave you and I'll see you again on Monday, alright?"
Ellie nodded and stood up, snapping the rubber band around her left wrist twice before exiting and heading off to class. On her way down the hall she paused, pulling back the sleeve covering her left arm to reveal the dark scars, slowly fading day by day. She hadn't cut for a week, even though she had wanted to almost daily. The elastic therapy was helping, whenever she felt like taking a razor to her arms she just had to snap the rubber band a couple of times to feel better. Ms. Sauve was right, she was getting better...
Craig stood over Sean, watching him work on the car they were supposed to be fixing today in shop. Sean was rapidly tightening something under the hood of the car, trying to focus on fixing it, but he had so much on his mind it was hard to concentrate. His mind wandered from the car to his other problems, "...I have to get some extra credit work from Mr. Simpson and Armstrong so I won't fail and lose my student welfare, it'll take all weekend...Plus I have to study for those damn midterms. Hopefully Ellie will be able to come over this weekend to help me study again...If I fail then Tracker will be all over me and Mom and Dad might try to convince me to move back to Wasaga Beach... Again." He thought. He was brought back to reality by a loud popping sound coming from the engine.
"Hey Sean.. Is the engine supposed to do that?" Craig asked in a confused tone.
"I tightened it too much, I screwed up... I always screw up!" He yelled, his voice filled with rage. He tightened his fist into a ball and slammed it down on the top of the car.
"Sean, what's wrong man? You shouldn't be beating yourself up over this, it's just an engine." The bell rang as soon as the words left Craig's mouth. Sean grabbed a rag on the workbench beside the car wiping the oil and filth from his hands. He muttered a quick, "nothing" in response to Craig's question and left, once again burying his problems deep within his mind.
Sorry if it's kind of short, the following chapters will probably be longer. Please review what you think about it, criticism is welcome as long as it's constructive. Thanks. :D
I made a quick revision to this, the errors were beginning to bug me...