Title: What Sanity?

Author: My Dog Ate My Penname

Disclaimer: I. Don't. Own. Degrassi...

Author's Notes: My first attempt at posting a Degrassi Ficcie! I hope you enjoy! There's some possible romance, but I'm not too sure about where I want to go here. Please (OH PLEASE) give me constructive criticism, but MOST OF ALL please review! It makes a humble author's day! Enjoy!

EDIT: Just reposting the first chapter, s'all. My entire story was written WAY before Spinner was expelled. It's all very dated, but I don't want to change the whole plot just because of that. I am going in a new direction with the story, however!

Craig Manning was pissed off at the world again.

His life was getting back on track a few days ago. He was falling hard for Ashley again. His inspiration for songwriting had returned. But then it all came crashing down again, as it usually did. It always does.

Beep, beep, beep, beep...

Craig violently slammed his fist onto the snooze button, nearly breaking his alarm clock again. He nearly growled as he slid out of bed, almost tripping over his sneakers. He stopped to glower at his whole room, out the window, at the posters that lined his wall. Today was not going to be a good day.

Meanwhile, a few blocks away, Camilla Taylor was singing brightly into her removable shower head.

Camilla Taylor was, to put it mildly, an outcast... on Degrassi standards anyway. Briefly, she would wonder why she didn't have more friends, but in the end, she honestly couldn't care less. Individuality was what she loved. People called her weird. Her, with her useless knowledge in the middle of class, her love of music before 1970, her wild black curls always in a ponytail, her Grecian sandals, her with the paint-splattered overalls.

She shot a lopsided smile at her reflection in the fogged up mirror, running a comb through her hair, clutching onto her towel.

Today felt nicer than usual.

Study hall thankfully came around sooner than Craig thought. He quickly entered the media room and snagged a computer for himself, plunking his backpack into the chair next to him, pulling his USB stick from the front pocket. In one swift motion, he uncapped it and jammed the stick into the USB port, opening his thesis paper for history class.

"Um, hi, can I have this seat?" a light voice said next to him. "Every other station is taken."

"Yeah," he grumbled, reluctantly taking his bag off the chair.

"Hey, thanks," she said, gracefully sitting down. "I'm Cam Taylor. I don't believe our paths have crossed."

Then she's probably never heard of me... Craig thought to himself as he tore his eyes off the computer screen to look at her. The girl was of an average height, wearing a long, hippie skirt and a striped shirt. His friends had mentioned her a few times. They said she was, well, weird. When he finally stopped looking at her clothes, he finally met her eyes, looking expectant. Craig realized that she was waiting for his name. "Oh, hey. Craig Manning."