I stared at my shattered reflection in my mirror. It had broke in the move here, but I kept it all the same. In the cracked glass I saw my alarm clock blinking '7:30' at me. I turned to my bed and slung my backpack over my shoulder. I didn't want to be late, my dad would not be proud of that.

He was sitting at the kitchen table, a steaming cup of coffee in his hands, when I walked in. He didn't notice me until I cleared my throat uncertainly.

"Ah!" He said, looking up from his paper. "Lyndee! Are you ready to go?"

I nodded, and headed for the door. He made sure to take his time in putting on his tie, and buttoning his sweater. What would he care if I was late for my first day at Degrassi? He didn't care about anything that had to do with me.

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The end of summer- fall air was warm as I got out of the car. Kids were swarming everywhere, finding their friends and comparing summer stories. I felt completely out of place, starting a new school as a sophomore.

I ran up the steps, in the building. It smelled like freshness. I headed to the office to pick up my schedule. My homeroom teacher, as I read, was a Mrs. Kwan. I thanked the lady, and turned to leave. Being the klutz that I am, I ran into a very tall person and fell back. I looked up to find his hand extended, ready to help me up. I quickly pulled up my hoodie, which had fallen off my shoulder, and got up with his assistance.

"Sorry," I muttered, looking at the ground.

"No problem," He said. "I'm Craig Manning."

"Um, hey Craig. I'm Lyndee Fairborn." I tugged on my sweater sleeve, praying that he didn't see the bruises on my arms, left by my dad.

"Grade 11?" He asked me. I shook my head.

"No, Grade 10." I corrected him.

"Oh. You looked older."

I nodded; so did he. "First year here?" He asked. "I haven't seen you around."

"Yeah. I just moved here from BC." I said smiling. I had always loved BC, but as soon as my parents got divorced, my dad decided we were moving. And now, here we are.

"Mrs. Kwan?" He asked, indicated the piece of paper in my hand.

I nodded again, "Yeah."

"Mind if I walk you?" He asked, shifting his backpack.

"No, not at all."

I was glad I had something of a friend now. He seemed nice, and had a nice smile. And he was easy to talk to. He was interested in music, as I found out from our little conversation to Mrs. Kwan's homeroom.

"Yeah," he said simply. "Music is, like, my life."

"You sing?" I asked, curiously.

"Yeah, and play the guitar. I'm nothing much, though."

"Hey, Craig!" A voice said. We both turned around.

"Hey Spin!" Craig said to the voice, a boy with blonde hair, running up to us. He smiled faintly at me and grabbed Craig's arm.

"I need to tell you something!" He said excitedly, pulling Craig down the hall.

"Um, see you later?" Craig called back at me. I nodded.

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Authors Note – Okay this was sorta a trail chapter thing, so I'm sorry it was so short. Please tell me what you think, and if you think I should continue with it. Thanks!