A/N: Yes, I realize this probably sucks, but please R&R. I will love you forever if you do. I know there are many 'college years' fanfics, but I think this one will be different. If I get a decent amout of good reviews I'll update quickly, so we have a deal, right?
Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi and/or any of the characters in it.
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"I'm still surprised you took a journalism major. I mean I usually expected to see Emma Nelson-environmentalist somewhere in my later life."
"Manny, I told you a million times, I'm going to be an environmental journalist. It's the best of both worlds. Besides, I'm the one who's going to college right away."
"C'mon Em, it's just one year, after 12 of misery. I deserve it."
"Well, I've got to get back to homework and-"
"And a year off from homework."
"Yeah, I get the point. But I really need to go now. Bye."
"Bye. I'll make sure to tell you all about my school-free year."
She still wasn't actually sure of why she used the pay phone in the middle of the hall, but perhaps she was desperate to hear a famililar voice after the first confusing week of her freshman year, and her first new school since grade 7. Maybe this was a mistake, seeing as she had created quite a line waiting to use the phone. But as she turned around, she noticed that maybe there was a familiar face here.
"Do I know you?," he asked.
"I'm Emma. You went to Degrassi, right? You were president when I was in grade 10, wait I know it, you're Marco?"
"Yeah," he smiled, "I hardly remember you though."
"Sorry to say it, but here too. Are you a journalism major?"
"Yup, sophmore year. You?"
"Freshman. What dorm are you in?"
"Actually, I live in an apartment near by, with my friend, Craig. Do you remember him?"
"Yeah, I think so." Did she? The pain from her pre-pubescent crush on him in grade 9 was still somewhere in the back of brain. "Well, maybe I'll drop by sometime."
"Oh sure, here's our address"
She turned to walk away and spotted her roommate, Christy Shore. Christy was a sophmore, just as slutty as Manny was-if not worse, and Emma wanted nothing to do with her, and so far, they'd only talked a couple of times, except now, she was about to confront her in public.
"Hey, who's that guy you were talking to? I think I've seen him around."
"Oh, he's just someone from my high school..."
"Does he have a name?"
"Marco. Marco del Rossi. He's a sophmore."
"Oh, cool. I'll see you around later."
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I know it sounds boring and typical now, but please, review and I promise it will get better.