Chapter 2: Push It

I sat in Clarke's Mercedes- Benz outside of Degrassi Community School.

"You've got nothing to be afraid of, Delia. No one here knows. Go in and get it over with."

"Whatever Clarke. I'll see you later." I step out of the car and walk into Degrassi.

I look at the numbers on the lockers to find locker number 1429. When I arrive at my locker, there is a guy with straight black hair talking to a punk looking girl with red hair.

"Excuse me," I say, trying to get to my locker.

"Oh. Sorry," the red haired girl said. "Cool shirt."

I look down and see my The Sticks shirt. "Oh. Thanks. You like The Sticks too? Not many people have heard of them. I'm Delia."

"Ellie. And this is Marco."

"Hey." I look at my schedule. "My homeroom is the um... Media Immersion Room, whatever that is. Do you know where that is?" I ask.

"Yeah, my homeroom is there too. We can walk over there together," Marco says, linking elbows with mine. "See you later Ellie!"

Marco and I walk down the hallway together.

"So, Delia, where are you from?"

"Massachusetts. Don't ask me why, it's my sister's crazy rich boyfriend."

"Oh... right." Marco looks confused as we walk into the Media Immersion Room and takes a seat. I hand the card the office had given me to the teacher.

"Oh, welcome Delia McKenzie. I'm Mr. Simpson, and you can take the seat next to Gavin. Gavin, please raise your hand." A guy with short curly hair raised his hand limply. I sit down next to him and he looks at me and grunts.

"You'll have to excuse Spinner. He's not good in the morning, especially when school starts." The blonde girl next to him said, looking at him lovingly.

"Really. That's amazing." I say sarcastically.

"Yea. I know you're Delia, and I bet you're wondering what my name is, right?"

"Not really." I replied.

She ignores me and says, "It's Paige."

"Oh... Paige?"

"Yes?"

"Please stop talking."

"Ugh... What's your damage?"

"Um... I hate Canada, I really don't want to be here, and I'm really not in the mood to make friends, okay?"

"Well sorry." I turn toward the computer and log onto my username and look around for a bit. I notice there's a section where you can write a journal, a section for email and a section for instant messages. I start writing my journal when an instant message pops up.

overXposed: Hey, I'm Craig.

Xblackpixie: Delia. So Craig, where are you?

overXposed: Right behind you and to the left.

I turn around and look. Craig looks at me and grins and waves his fingers. I blush and turn around.

Xblackpixie: Oh. So, Craig. Why do you have some random girl with red hair glaring at you?

overXposed: Oh, that's Ashley, my ex-girlfriend. She has something against me.

Xblackpixie: what'd you do?

overXposed: cheated on her.

Xblackpixie: nice.

overXposed: I guess. You seem like a cool person... do you wanna eat lunch with me?

Xblackpixie: sure, I guess.