A/N: Hi guys! I'm not really in the mood to say anything, I saw Dirt Off Your Shoulder and i'm still not happy . Not happy at all. Hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

Important Info: Clare's interviewer is not Cece Goldsworthy. haha I'm saving her for later!

Disclaimer: I own my ideas, not Degrassi *le sigh

Demented and Deranged

Summary:Clare Edwards is an inmate at a Women's Correctional Facility in Toronto. She has caught the eye of a raven haired, new jail guard, Eli Goldsworthy. Little does Eli know is that tiny, blue eyed Clare Edwards is in jail for murder and attempted murder. Clare has a mission in life, not to impress the cute jail guard or to kill, but to make a difference and make a statement.

Clare's mind was everywhere. Her mind drifted to many things. Such as a certain young man with raven hair or a woman with blonde hair and green eyes. So much emotion entered her brain when she found out the interview was going to be on live t.v.

Clare was a little aggravated at the fact that so many people are trying to get into her business. But she was soon relieved from anger when she thought out her plan.

Her interview was with Amy Catania. She was a tall blonde woman with dark green eyes that could terrify anyone in her path. She stood at 5'10, with her black high heels she wore all the time. Her name was heard everywhere in the interview world. From the States all the the way to Sydney, Australia. She was well known.

Everyone who did an interview with her all left with wobbly knees and breathing sighs of relief. Clare wasn't scared of the older woman, and wasn't planning on being scared.

Amy Catania's eyes were strong and powerful. Because of that Clare gave her some sort of respect. Clare didn't like it when people could look so defenseless and weak. It excited her that she would get to push Amy to the edge.

What Amy didn't know was that Clare was a very stubborn person. No one would have guessed Clare Edwards as the stubborn type, but it was indeed very true.

Clare got out of bed that day, ready for the interview. She did the usual and waited for her mother. When they got to the interviewing studio, Clare sighed in irritation.

Why did I even put myself into this situation?

Clare was taken to hair and makeup, which she didn't understand why, considering she thought she looked fine already.

Clare was taken to a living room set and saw two chairs. One for her and one for Amy. Clare sat on the chair and waited. A few minutes later Amy came waltzing in with her expensive looking clothing and shoes, and a giant diamond ring on her finger.

Clare didn't smile back at Amy, when she smiled at Clare. Clare kept her poker face on and waited for the Camera to start rolling.

"Hello, Ms. Edwards." Clare forced a smile and stayed quiet.

Clare watched as some woman came and fixed Amy's makeup. Clare sat in the chair taking in her surroundings. People were running around like chickens without heads. Men with cable cords were moving quick and everywhere. Women were walking around making sure the lights were set, and not a single hair out of place.

In a few minutes Clare was going to be on live television for the whole world to see. Her interview was going to be broadcasted on all of the talk shows and gossip channels. The fact the millions of people are going to be watching, it made her ego boost up.

"We're on live television in three!"

Here we go

"Two!"

Showtime

Amy looked at Clare and grinned.

"Hello, this is Amy Catania with the one and only Clare Edwards. Hello, Ms. Edwards." Amy stuck her hand out to Clare to shake, but Clare just smiled at her.

Amy then coughed awkwardly and said, "okay then, first, tell me about yourself."

"Well, I graduated from Degrassi, I have a sister named Darcy, my eyes are the same color as my dads, I killed my two step sister, and I mentally and physically damaged my step mother. Wanna know more?" Clare smiled evilly.

Amy gave an evil smile and said, "Why yes, actually, I do." Amy looked down at her papers and grinned, "ahh, I see you once had a nickname in grade nine. Saint Clare was it?" Clare cocked her head to the side as she watched Amy looked at her with an intense gaze. "I don't see how that has anything to do with this interview." Amy sat back in her chair, obviously amused.

"It's a simple question, Ms. Edwards." This lady was as intense as a burning house. She had a gaze that could make you break out into a sweat. Clare sighed and said, "Yes, my nickname in school was Saint Clare, now is there anything else you'd like to know? How's the weather? Is the sky still blue as ever?"

"Ohh, feisty." Clare rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Actually, I wanted to know more about your sister." Clare snapped her head towards the older women, the way she had said sister, it came off as snarky and filled with venom. "What about my sister?"

Amy noticed the sudden change in atmosphere from Clare's reaction to the mere mention of Darcy. Clare was very protective of Darcy. Darcy was the person she looked up to. She went through so much, and yet, she's still alive and happy.

Clare didn't tolerate anyone messing with her older sister. Darcy didn't deserve any of the bad talks and rumors she had. Sure, she made bad decisions, but she was still the same older sister that helped her up after she fell.

"Looking at some paper work, I see that Darcy lives in Kenya. Am I correct? Clare swallowed the lump in her throat as she said, "Yes, she lives in Kenya to build homes and a school." Amy nodded, her fingers held onto her chin as she gazed into Clare's eyes. "Would you mind explaining why?

Clare started getting upset. It was pretty damn obvious that Amy was trying to get Clare angry. Clare kept in mind that she had to stay calm and collected before she made a fool out of herself. She couldn't get angry or else that would only make Amy more happy.

"I don't see why it's any of your business." the older woman shrugged and said, "Why? Do you not want to tell everyone how your sister was a whore?"

Clare clenched her fists, "Stop it."

Amy smiled, "Or that she went suicidal at one point-"

"I said, stop it."

"- because she was-"

"OKAY YOU STOP IT RIGHT NOW!" Clare was standing up, and in fumes. "You have no right to discuss MY sisters personal life."

Amy bit her lip and said calmly, "Why? Shouldn't the world know that you're considered psycho because your own sister is one too. I mean, she let some guy drug her up, and then she went into prostitution, and then she went crazy and tried killing herself for her own mistakes."

Clare was silent and was in shock. Some lady that she didn't even know, or Darcy, had given out private information that was nobody else's business but their own.

Clare's mouth was slightly open and her blue eyes were a dark color that didn't look happy in any shape or form.

Clare laughed bitterly and said, "Okay you know what you disgusting bitch?" Amy had a look of shock of her own. No one had actually went up to Amy and called her a bitch. She knew that people said it behind her back, but it was a first for someone to say it to her face.

Clare leaned in and said softly. "You're lucky you have your little bodyguards around here. If I had my way, your smug ass would be on the ground, and me beating the shit out of you."

Clare crossed her arms and leaned forward a little. "Do you watch scary movies, Amy?" Amy slowly nodded in response. "Yes, I do."

Clare grinned and said, "So, i'm guessing you have watched The Shining. My favorite horror movie by the way." Once again, Amy nodded. Clare laughed and bitterly said, "Listen to this statement and listen to it good."

Clare stood up and said, "Scary movies don't create killers, scary movies make the killers more creative." With that said, Clare walked away from the interviewing chairs and made her way towards her mother.

Clare had successfully ripped off the microphones from her clothing while walking off set. Helen saw Clare walk towards her and said, "Honey, what are you doing?" Clare took a donut from the table and told her mom they were leaving.

Before exiting the building, Clare turned around and yelled out, "Peace Out, Cub Scouts!"

With that said, Clare opened the door and sunlight made it's way into the studio, making her exit, a memorable exit.

A/N: omg omg omg omg, i'm so sorry again! I didn't intend this hiatus to be this long, but it was. This chapter sucked and I understand if you don't review. Personally, I wouldn't review this. I had the biggest writers block for this story. I swear to god, every time I tried writing for this, I kept getting ideas for one-shots. I don't know when the next update is, hopefully two days from now, not sure. but yeah i'm so sorry. I promise the next chapter will be a lot better than this shit of a chapter. By the way, the last chapter wasn't updated yesterday, it was there since I left. If you want to yell at me, go to my tumblr. Degrassiyum . tumblr . com Thanks guys.