CHAPTER 3: NICOLETTE.

DRIVEN? -YEP.

FRENCH? -MAYBE.

NICE? -WHO ARE YOU TOO JUDGE THAT, B*TCH?

I'm the new girl. Again. Yay, Daddy got fired and we get to move to a new school! Again. It's funny how your step mom can make that sound like such a good thing. "It's a new start! Come on, it's a challenge! You love challenges!" Yeah, totally. Not.

I had a perfect life in Vancouver, but no. We have to move to no-wheres-ville Degrassi. My cousin, Anya goes here and she says everyone's super messed up.

So that means I won't stand out. Too much, she said.

About me, now, since everything else in my life revolves around my step-mommy Jessica. She's blonde, super perky, and if you ask me, *cough* fake *cough*.

She's super skinny and insists I call her 'Mom.' Seriously, quit trying to replace the only person in the world who understood me.

But, any who, so I'm walking through the school parking lot, the middle of second semester, and I almost get hit by a hearse! A freakin' hearse! (And if I hadn't been terrified out of my mind, it would have been kind of funny and ironic, right? I mean, seriously, what if I died because I got hit by a hearse? Now that's a way to die.)

I scream and ran out of the way, but I dropped my water bottle on the ground during my escape and the hearse ran it over. Thanks.

It parked, and this, like, god stepped out. I mean, he was wearing all black, but he was hot. Then, not to my liking, the passenger door opened and this cheery little girl with red-honey curls stepped out, all smileys.

I'm thinking, okay that is a whacked couple. But they come over, and the guy picks up the water bottle and just as he's about to say something, the girl goes,

"I think they're dead." Which, I guess is some kind of inside joke, because they both look at each other and get these super sappy smiles; the kind in the romance movies.

And the guy goes, "And your eyes are still pretty." Whatever that means! I mean, no 'I'm sorry for running over your water bottle'. Just more sappy smiling.

"I'm Clare, and this is Eli." The girl says, finally prying her eyes off of the stare her and 'Eli' were holding.

"I'm Nicolette." I say.

"Oh are you French?" The girl says. For some reason I get really embarrassed when she says that, maybe because she annoys me, or because Eli was standing there smirking like there was no tomorrow.

"Maybe…" I say, looking down. "I gotta go." I waved super girly at Eli and kind of-sort of sent a glare to his 'friend'.

It turned out throughout the day I had a couple classes with Eli and Clare. Eli was still hot, and Clare was still annoying. But I could see from the minute I saw them together out front in the parking lot that they didn't have the need to let some little modern day fake Goth into their clique.

Yeah, I was wearing skinny black pants, a black cami with half-sweater (black) with three inch red high heels. Bright red. My hair was dyed black, too, and it framed my slightly round face. The only thing I didn't like was that I had brown freckles.

My eyes were green, not Clare's blue-green, but real grass green. And it's not like I have little slits of eyes, they are giant.

Everywhere I've moved I've always found out what the 'normal' was, and became it. In Texas, a horse rider. In Michigan, I fished. I was a skater in California and a dancer (ballet) in New York.

Then in Canada I had been a singer, (and I'm not even good), a skier, a hockey player (big surprise right?), and a cheerleader. And even then, I've never fit in.

So maybe it's time I stood out.

I turned around in my seat in English, only to see Eli and Clare goggling over each other, and Adam rolling his eyes. I knew that he was, you know, a girl. And he creeped me out, because before I knew that he was really a she under all that him-ness, I though Adam was cute. Which now makes me sort of wonder if I was gay. And I don't really want to bark up that tree.

So that, plus Eli's annoying sidekick Clare, crossed the dark mysterious guy off the list. Dang.

And with that, I began to snoop out other potential guys, whether I had to steal them or not….Maybe Drew?

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Anyhow, Nicolette is my friend who begged (not joking)

To have, yours truelly, add her into my Degrassi story.

There was less Eclare-iness than I wanted, but it's alright.