A/N-This is the sequel to Secrets and Lies, my Craig and Emma story. Now, this is the story of their daughter, Breanna's, life and conflictions as she attends Degrassi Community School. I hope you enjoy this spoof, please read and review. If you want me to continue my Secrets and Lies then say so in your review. Thank you.

I walked up the stairs to Degrassi Community School, dressed in my usual hip-huggers and belly shirt that showed off my piercing with arm bands around my wrists. My make-up was perfectly done, with dark eyeliner, neutral eye shadow and lip-gloss. My long blond hair hung straight around my face. I stopped at my locker, grabbed my books and headed to Mr. Simpson's class...I so can't believe my grandfather is still working here. I walked in and sat down at my computer. I sighed, brushed a strand of hair from my eyes and instant messaged my friend, Brooke.

BreannaN: Hey gurl, 'sup?

BrookeC: Nothing much. There's a party tonight, at Justin Marona's place. You coming?

BreannaN: You know I am; if there's a party, I'm there. Just have to figure out a way to get out of the house. (

BrookeC: Cool, cool, cool. Can't wait, want to come over before, I'll give you a makeover. BreannaN: Sounds great to me.

"Miss Nelson, Miss Cameron, please abstain from instant messaging during class," Mr. Simpson said.

"Yeah," I said, closing out the window. "No problem, sorry Mr. S."

That night, Mom said I could go to Brooke's house, but I had to be home by eleven; yeah right. So, now I am at Brooke's house, and she's doing my make-up, while I'm thinking about the party. "Who all do you think is going to be there?" I asked.

"Only everybody who is anybody," she said. "Hold still, I'm almost done." When she finished, she didn't let me look in the mirror until she picked out some clothes. She decided on a pair of black hip-huggers and a vintage belly shirt that stopped about two inches from my belly button. I looked in the mirror and didn't recognize myself. I looked awesome. I had charcoal gray eye shadow, dark black eyeliner and mascara and brown lipstick, the look was kind of gothic and immoral but who cares? I don't. "You look amazing. The guys are going to trip over you," she said as she did her own make-up.

The party was a blast; I was dancing with these two guys, one in front of me, one behind me, rubbing against them. I was acting like a slut, but I didn't care, I was finally having fun. Sue me. When the song was over, I got a beer out of the cooler and sat down on the couch. Justin Marona came over to me and extended his hand. "Hey, baby, you want to go upstairs?"
"Yeah," I said, taking his hand and following him up. I made eye contact with Brooke, who gave me a 'thumbs up' sign. He stopped at a room, opened the door and closed it after I followed him in. He sat down on the bed and I stood in front of him. He touched my bare stomach and slipped his hand under my shirt. I kissed him, moving closer. We started kissing harder and harder, and he pulled me down on the bed with him. Enough said.

When we were done, I went back downstairs to the party to find Brooke. I told her what happened. "You go girl!" she said.
"Yeah," I said, not sure how I felt about it. It took ten minutes before Justin found me sitting outside on the porch.
"Hey, how's my girl?" he asked, dropping down next to me.
"I hardly think that a fling makes me your girl," I said.
"Wow, fun and no strings attached. That's my kind of woman." I took a drink of the beer in my hand. "Well, that's me."
"So no strings attached? Like, you don't want to, like, date or anything?" he asked, taking my beer from me and taking a drink and then handing it back.
"Why? You're not the dating type," I said.
"I would be if the right girl came along," he said slyly. "And who is that right girl?" I asked captivatingly.
"Someone with long blond hair, that's sort of popular, intelligent but loves to party, and..." he leaned in to kiss me.
"HEY!" I heard somebody shout. I turned to see Sean Cameron, Brooke's dad.
"Oh, shit," I muttered. "I have to go..." I stood up and went to Sean. "Brooke's inside, do you want me to get her?" I asked

"Yeah, I want you to get her. And then both of you get in the car, I won't embarrass her by busting her in front of everybody but we have some serious stuff to talk to you two about."

In Sean's car, we were getting majorly lectured.

"You girls have to learn how to party smart, and you were drinking? Brooke, since when are you into drinking? And Breanna, Craig would so kill that guy if he had seen what I saw. He was pulling major moves and tricks to get in your....anyway, you're lucky I'm not going to tell your parents, but I am taking you home. What time did you have to be home?"

"Eleven," I said.

"It's one a.m. your lucky Emma understands just about everything."

"Yeah, really lucky."

My mom so freaked when I walked in the door with Sean and Brooke. Sean explained everything, leaving out the part about me being drunk...but they could see that.

After Brooke and her dad left, my parents told me to go to my room, so I did.

I looked in the mirror at my reflection, I looked like a slut. Eight inches of bare stomach and back showed, making me look like a show- off, desperate for attention. Or maybe that's what I was. My blond hair with black high-lights and overall style made me look like a teenager gone wild.

My mom opened the door and gently said, "Knock, knock."

I smiled halfheartedly. "Hi, Mom," I said.

"Hey, honey," she said softly. "Want to tell me what's going on?"

"What do you mean?" I asked. "I'm just being myself."

"Are you sure about that?" she asked. "Or are you just being someone your friends think you should be?"

"Mom..."

"I know you're a teenager and I understand about self-expression, I really do. But are you sure this is you?"

"I don't know, but I'd like to find out."

"Okay, I understand that. Just be careful. You don't know who you can trust, or who you can count on," she said. "Just answer one question?"

"Did anything happen at the party...with a guy?" she asked.

I had a flashback of what happened a few hours ago, of what happened in Justin's room. "No, nothing," I lied.

After she left, I took a shower. It felt so good to have the hot water on my skin. I could finally relax. I got out and put on a pair of pajama pants and a tank top. I turned off the light and curled up on my bed. I wasn't happy with myself. In fact, I hate myself. I hate my reflection when I look in the mirror. They don't understand that I'm not who they see. They see a cover up, a masquerade. I can't keep it up much longer; I don't know what's happening to me. I don't know why I don't care. Tears of sadness and discontent fell down my cheeks. They can never see me like this. Nobody...not even my mom.