So here we go, the usual beginning.

Disclaimers! DUN DUN DUN!

I don't own Degrassi or any of that. I don't own the characters, but then again I never said I did. So yeah.

I don't watch Degrassi as religiously as I probably should. So do me a favor and skip the flame if something is completely out of context, JUST PRETEND!

And if you wanna criticize me... GO FOR IT. I welcome the challenge )

PROLOGUE. (Just so you're REALLY confused.)

Have you ever met someone that you knew within the first 30 seconds that they'd be one of the most important people you will ever know? That they will push you to do the undoable, see the unseen, they will dare you to be daring, and teach you what you would otherwise never learn?

... neither have I ...

I'm nothing too special, to say the least. My looks don't exceed the standard nor do they dip below. I'm pretty average. Pimple here, mixed with a million and one freckles, love handle there, mixed with a little thing I like to call "the automatic belly dancer" aka: I'm not the skinniest girl on the block, but people won't cringe at the sight of me in a bikini (at least I hope not). I don't have many talents, not anything unusual or anything. I'm just a simple girl who loves her guitar and her surfboard.

I don't know you. But I'm leaving this for you to tell you that in approximately 6 hours, I'm leaving. Leaving everything I know behind, everyone, etc etc. I'm going far. Farther than I ever thought.

And there's a good chance I won't ever be back. It'd be nice if I would be back, but I probably won't. But what I would like you to know, is that this letter, in this closet, in this house, is a symbol of me, and all that this house is. This is my home, my first home and the only one I've ever known. I took my first steps on your living room floor. I fed myself my first bite of who-knows-what in your dining room. I had my first slumber party, my first nightmare, my first time…you know what I mean, my first Christmas, my first everything, where you're going to have your firsts. I want you to enjoy your firsts as much as I did, and didn't, and can't remember.

See, we're off to bigger and better things. The Cranston family, is your average joe, grossly boring, let's hug and chuckle at dinner, no shoes past the front door family. I don't have any good stories to tell you about drunken uncle Louie passed out on the couch, because my mother never allowed alcohol in the house. And for whatever reason, my parents have decided to uproot us, and bring us to Canada. Yes. Canada. Why? Beats the hell out of me… I haven't seen snow since I was 6. And now, I'm going to be buried under it 5 months out of the year. Lucky me…

But see, I'm looking at this as positively as I can. (That's what my therapist told me to do.) It's an opportunity to start fresh. Basically start a whole new me. "Olivia Cranston who?" I won't be "that chick that slept with that guy at that party that so-and-so puked on the couch and so-and-so got arrested for going to McDonald's drunk and naked" and I won't be "that chick that's always at that spot on the boardwalk with that guitar singing those songs that…blahblahblahblah" I'll be "that new girl from California" and that's fine with me. I can get my feet on the ground. No one has to know that I'm a new-found girl. No one has to know that I have a past. No one has to know what I've seen and what I've done and what drugs I've tried and who I've screwed.

Anyway, enjoy your new house, and I hope to enjoy my new life.

So, have you ever met someone that you knew within the first 30 seconds that they'd be one of the most important people you will ever know?

... maybe I will ...