BlackRoseOnFire - Yes, Parker is infact a girl. She's Emma, but Shhh. Don't tell her! HAHA. I know drinks would come beforehand, but in this case Spinner just forgot to bring them I guess. I'm not sure what you mean by you would put another one on the site. Anyway, I'm glad you like my story! It's better than my last version, I think. The last one sucked ass. LOL.

degrassichick - Yep, she's goth. You'll find out later in the story why she is the way she is. Not necessarily just her goth look, but her attitude as well.

Chapter 2 – Different

We pulled up to the front of the school and I sat there, debating whether or not to get out.

"I'm going to pick you up later ok," Dad said resting his hand on my shoulder, "Just, try not to start any trouble. It's a new school and you need to make a good impression."

I glared at him and got out, slamming the door.

"I love you!" he yelled as I walked away.

I looked over at the sign of my new school: Degrassi Community School.

"Time to face the public," I said to myself as I opened the door and walked inside the building.

I finally found my first class: Media Immersions. I slowly opened the door. I wasn't necessarily afraid of what everyone would think of me, just cautious. This placed seemed to be the type to outcast people. It wasn't like back home, even the outcasts there had friends.

I walked into the classroom. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at me. A bald man, whom I assumed to be the teacher, came up to me and smiled.

"You must be Parker Smith. Am I correct?"

I nodded.

"I'm Mr. Simpson. Class, this is Parker Smith. She's a transfer student from California."

A girl raised her hand. "Do you, like, know any movie stars?"

I shook my head. "I didn't really hang out with a lot of people. Especially not any egotistical movie stars."

"I'm not surprised," the girl smirked, "Who'd want to hang out with a freak like you?"

The class laughed.

"Manny Santos!" Simpson yelled, "Stay after class. You can write me an essay on the definition of being a freak."

"But Mr. Simpson! This is not an English class!"

"Would you like to write two essays?"

The girl, who I now knew as Manny Santos, crossed her arms in anger as she glared at me from across the room.

"Parker, you can sit down next to — Sean! Wake up!"

Sean's head shot up and he wiped some drool from his chin.

"It's nice of you to finally join us Mr. Cameron." Mr. Simpson turned to me, "Ms. Smith, you can sit behind drool boy over there."

I walked by Sean as he gave me a weird look. "Why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer," I whispered before sitting down.

"Can't afford a camera," he whispered back.

I was shocked. Normally when I said that to people they'd come back with the remark, "I wouldn't want to break the camera." This guy was different, and I was intrigued.

I smiled and leaned back in my chair. Maybe this place wouldn't be so bad after all.

A/N. This isn't exaclty my best chapter. But it's a chapter nonetheless. I hoped you all liked it. If not, let me know!