Summary: Cameron Delia Davidson is a normal girl with the perfect life... right? Well, normal and perfect are farthest from the truth. The real truth about Cameron's life. Told by Cameron, herself, on how she is almost forced to move out of her old town and change what she has become so accutom to over the years.

Rating: PG-13 for Mild Language, Brief Thematic Elements, and Some Sensual Content.

Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi: The Next Generation or any of the show's characters. I own nothing except for the characters I made up myself.

Chapter Two: Small Things

I continued to tap the tip of my pen on my desk dreading for when the last bell was about to ring. I truthfully didn't want my day to end. The past six days have ben some what depressing, knowing that soon I would that soon I would have to leave the place I have lived in for over sixteen years. I looked back to my book trying to concentrate myself, which seemed to be almost impossible. The minutes soon passed and without realizing it every one of the students had left the classroom except for myself. After a few seconds of sitting there my teacher, Miss Grover, interrupted my thoughts.

"Ms. Davidson, can I help you with something?" She asked folding her hands on her desk and smiling.

I shook my head, placing my book inside my backpack and standing. "No, I was just thinking um about this thing with my parents and other things." I said nervously tugging at my bag's strap, which is resting on my shoulder.

"Oh, you mean your moving situation?"

I released my breath which, without realizing it, I had been holding since my teacher last spoke. "Yeah ... that." I quickened my step as I walked to the classroom's door.

Then she said it. "Did you want to talk about it?" I knew it was coming I had just hoped I would have gotten out of the classroom before she went 'school shrink' on me. I mean if I really wanted to talk about it, especially with her, I would have said it.

I stopped walking and turned around on my heels to face her. "Um, no not really." I said tucking back a piece of my blondish brown hair.

She nodded slightly and smiled kindly towards me. "Okay, if its what you want."

I bean to tug on my shirt's sleeve. "Yes, it is." I turned back around and reached for the door knob.

"Just remember, don't work too hard Cameron."

I didn't respond to her comment, I just opened the door and walked down the school hall for the last time. I walked slowly through the school parking lot to my old blue chevy. When I reached my car I took my keys from my bag, opened the door and started the engine. I turned the knob on my radio letting the music leak from my speakers and fill the silence that once suffocated my car. I soon reached my house, moving trucks already there and some leaving the house. After parking I took my bag and walked into my house.

"Your late." My mother said moving a box from one room to the next.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be." I knew I was lying, I purposly drove slower than usual and left out my quick short cuts I often took.

"Okay, just go to your room and get those few boxes of to the side of the room like I have said for you to do."

"Fine." I said adding a little eye roll to the end as I walked my mother and up the stairs.

"Thank you." She called back to me.

I trdges up my steps and walked into my room reaching for the boxes next to my room's entrance. As I stood, box in hands, I felt a strong wrap itself around my side, almost causing myself to drop the box. I turned smiling towards the person I already knew it was, Haiden.

"What are you doing here?" I asked a bit curious to know why my boyfriend was in my room, more importantly how he hot there.

"What, no hello?" He asked pulling himself back an inch or two.

I shook my head walking over to my desk to place the box down.

"Well, in that case." He began walking out the door with a large grin.

I sighed and walked over to him pulling him back in the room. "Don't." I wrapped my arms around him, resting my hands on his back and pulling myself close to his chest.

"Cami, hurry up now. We have to get going." My father shouted from the bottom of the stairs. It was like he had na certain radar, that knew exactly when I was about to do something I shouldn't or my parents wouldn't like.

I slunk my shoulders back and moved to the stairs. "One minute, okay?"

"One minute, that's it." My father said walking into another room.

I nodded to myself and walked back into my room loking at my boyfriend sadly. "Bye."

He came towards me, wiped a tear, that I hadn't even realized I had, away from my face and bent over slightly bringing his forhead to mine. "Bye Cameron."

I retrieve the box from desk and started walkin down my stairs, Haiden slowly followed also holding a few boxes. I reached my father's car, opened the door placing my box, along with the ones my boyfriend was holding, in the back seat. Once that was done, I turned to Haiden giving him a small kiss, pulling him into a hug and whispering in his ear. "I love you, too."

With the final call from my father, who was sitting in the driver's side, I slide into the backseat watching my boyfriend's fading figure. Once the house was completely out of sight I turned around to look behind the car when I noticed my mother was nowhere in sight. She was supposed to drive my car to the new place, they apparently didn't feel I was responsible to follow them. I looked in my father's direction. "Dad, where's mom?"

"Your mother will be coming tomorrow." He said not moving himself whatsoever.

"Um, why?" I asked a little annoyed.

"She needs to stay at the house because tomorrow there is another set of movers coming for our furniture." He said clearing his throat near the end.

"Oh." I understood, I mean basically all our main furniture was in the house, with the excepion of the small couch from the study, which I made sure we had when I got there. I liked to sit in the study in that couch to write my poetry, so if there wasn't gonna be a study at the new house there better have been my chair.

I must have nodded off for awhile because when I woke up the sunlight had dimmed severly and I couldn't recognize where we were at all, although I had never really been more than seven miles outside of my old town.

"Dad," I started, sleepily. "Where are we?"

He waited a good solid amount of time before answering. "On our street."

I shot myself up to be sitting straight and looked at all the houses, my face showing no emotion.

My father glanced at me through his rear view mirror. "Come on, Cameron. You never know you might like it here." He finished himself off with a classic grin and wink.

I rolled my eyes as we pulled up to a good size, brown house.

"Well, what do you think?" My father asked once we both were standing directly in front of it.

"You don't wanna know what I think." I said shuffling past him to the door. "You gonna open it?"

He shook his head as he came to the door, twisted the key in the keyhole and opened the door.

I looked over the sight infront of me as I walked inside. I had entered into the living room, to my left was a good size kitchen with a table and to my right was a staircase of hard wood stairs. I went to walk up the when my father stopped me with a question.

"Don't you want something to eat? Anythng you want i'll get it. What do ya say?" He said rumaging through what the movers had left.

"No, i'm not really hungry." I said playing with the small locket around my neck. "I'm just going to get some sleep."

He looked down at his watch with a confused look. "It's only 7:50."

"School tomorrow, i just want to be well rested." I noticed him nod while looking through a box, so i decided to head up the stairs.

I moved from room to room just to examine. The one closest was the oe to my right, which was an empty room, i considered that it could be made into another study. The next room was a bathroom, like a normal bathroom, minus the clothes and towels on the floor and overflowing the hamper. Aftr that room was a small closet which was probably used for junk or whatever else. Then all the way to my left was the last room with a sign on the door, which read "Daughter", that was probably for the movers to know. I tore the sign off and entered. I saw my bed, five or boxes, most likely my clothes, and the small tan couch from our old study. I set down my bag and box moving over to my un assembled bed. I moved my mattress to lay down flat on the floor and looked through the boxes finding my comforter. After i took my hair out from its loose pony tail and kicked off my shoes, i slipped under my comforter and let everything i went through this week disolve as i drifted of into a slumber.

(A/N- Sry about the spelling i didn't get time to check it and the next chap will have Degrassi in it... i promise.)