I've never been looked at like just another face in the crowd. No, I was different. I didn't have any problems.

I've never been raped, I'm straight, I eat regularly and keep my food in my stomach. I don't have any addictions, I have no mental illnesses, I have a mom and a dad. It's amazing that I even go to this school.

And, yet, I'm considered different. All because of white tanktops and green cargos. All because I listen to my music a little too loud, and have never had a mental breakdown. I'd rather be a totally outcast in Degrassi, then fit in.

After Lunch I headed to my locker. I feel somebody behind me, and after swearing that it better not be Sully, I turn around to see the whore of the world.

"Didn't I kick you ass last year, or do you want this to be an annual thing?"

Emma smiled, and I wanted to smash her face in. "Oh, Jay just wanted me to give you this." She held out a hoodie and a CD. I was so close to breaking her neck, when Amy appeared beside me.

"Hey, whore, I heard Ms. Suave was looking for participants for her Eating disorder awareness campaign. She could use you as an example of how ugly malnutrition can make you." Emma's smile fell and she walked away mummbling something about jealously.

I turned to Amy. "Thanks. I was about to rip her to shreads."

"Really?" Amy looked disapointed. "I guess I should of held out for a few seconds."

I shrugged, before remembering something. "Is Towerz still having his party?"

"Yeah!" Amy noticed the look on Alex's face. "No drinking, I swear. I am so done with that, and Towerz said he'll even come with me to AA meetings."

"That's what you get with a supportive boyfriend." I said, noticing a picture of Jay in my locker that I had forgotten to tear down before immediately ripping it into pieces.

My best friend leaned against a locker. "He will not be at the party. Towerz is making sure of it. But if you want to bring someone...."

"No!" I exclaimed a little too soon. "Amy, Towerz, you and I are the only decent people left in the school."

Amy grinned. "Are you sure about that. I saw you talking to Sully Paquet during lunch."

"No, oh no. He was just bothering me. There is -nothing- between us."

"Well, if there is, you have my preapproval." Amy spotted her boyfriend walking down the hallway. "Oh, I have to go. I'll see you after school." We said out goodbyes, and my friend dashed over to Towerz. I noticed Sully walking alone. He was usually never alone, never. I guess he was serious about his friends.