A/N: Hey, sorry about the short chappies. But I'm busy! And tired. Sorry. You might have to deal with them for a little bit more. And I don't really care about facts right now . . . I know some people have memorized every detail about Degrassi, but I'm just doing my thing. That's why it's called fanfiction!

Simply Complicated:

Sean sat on the couch, watching the blinding colors in the TV blast away meaninglessly. He stared at it blankly, wondering why they didn't have a black and white television. It would lessen the eye's jobs so much more.

"Ellie," Sean was meaning to ask her about buying a new television.

"Yeah, what do you want Sean?" Ellie called from somewhere to Sean's left. Suddenly Sean's mind was filled with nothing but one name. One name.

Rick.

Next thing he knew he was outside in the chilled air with his torn up leather jacket halfway on his arm. There was a determined look on his face, the look of revenge. Ellie's footsteps were dulled by Sean's ragged breathe piercing the silent air.

"SEAN!" Ellie's voice rang out, "Where are you going?"

"I don't know," Sean replied to himself.

Sean didn't know where Rick lived. His feet brought him to a hotel somewhere in the middle of the city. He stopped by and sat in the fluffy couches and just stopped thinking for a while. He looked out of place, his torn up apparel and his messy hair. The workers looked at him with disgust as he plopped there.

"Sir, only guests are allowed in the lobby. Are you planning to check in any time soon?" said a snobby voice of the manager.

"Go away."

"Excuse me?"

"Go away." Sean turned his head away.

"Sir. Please leave, or I will call security."

"Call them for all I care." Soon the man was talking into his walkie talkie and a couple of burly men came around the corner.

"Please take care of this young man." The man pointed to Sean.

Sean was soon dragged out of the classy hotel and thrown onto the sidewalk. He got up to his feet and brushed himself off. He let his feet take over again, as he thought to himself.

"Rick . . . . Emma . . ." Were the only two words that flowed through his mind.

Ellie sat watching the television. Sean was in a deep state of depression and angst. She knew he wouldn't do anything that rash. She had picked up the phone and started dialing 911, but then decided against it.

"Sean, where are you?" Ellie sighed. She turned off the TV and pulled on her coat. It was time to follow him.

She traveled, not knowing where Sean had gone. She had gone too late to track him down. She decided to walk to Degrassi, where it was deserted and quiet. Ellie needed some time to think.

She arrived at Degrassi around late afternoon when the bugs came out and it started to become a beautiful shade of orange. But Ellie noticed none of this. She looked up at the big plastic letters of Degrassi above the school. So much had happened at this school. So much . . . excitement, but nothing as horrendous as this. She sat herself down on a wooden bench that had carvings of all sorts. She had once sat here with Marco and eaten lunch so happily and peacefully.

Flashback:

Ashley was her best friend in the school. They both had fun sharing feelings and just plain laughing. Marco was her interest. He was nice, shy, and cute. They shared lunches and laughed about silly things. They poked fun at people like Paige and Hazel. Nothing was wrong. Occasionally a bad grade was what they considered a horrible situation. But life was good and going well. Nothing could ruin it.

End Flashback:

What happened to those days?