A story taking place twenty years after the senior year of the class of 2013. Follows the lives of many favorite characters including Becky, Drew, and Adam (because in my mind he is still alive and well) and their children. The italicized sentences that break up each character's point of view is the thoughts of one of the characters who will eventually be revealed. Sort of like Grey's Anatomy for any of you who are familiar with the show. So any please enjoy and if you have any positive/negative feedback let me know at the bottom of the page in that convenient review box. Thanks.

Life is a circle. You are born, you live for awhile, and then you die. And sure enough, it all happens again.

Adam Torres moved on top of his wife, his lips on her neck while his fingers hitched up her nightshirt, brushing against the milky white skin beneath. Becky Torres, in turn, ran her fingers through his hair while squirming under his touch. They had been married for almost fifteen years and their hands still moved across each other's skins like a couple of hormonal teenagers.

"Don't start something that you aren't prepared to finish," Becky breathed as he brought his lips up to kiss her.

"Who says I'm not going to finish it?"

"We have things to do," Becky gently pushed her husband away, but he ignored her, pressing his lips to hers again.

The two of them wrestled in the sheets for a couple more moments until Adam pulled away, sitting up and searching the ground for his boxers. Becky leaned up and cocked her head to the side, playfully nudging her husband with her hand, "That's it?"

"We're running late," Adam leaned down to kiss his wife, "We both have to be at work in an hour and one of us has to wake up Seth. It's the first day of school. He shouldn't be late."

"You're no fun," Becky smiled, but got out of bed and wrapped a robe around her body, "By the way, it's your turn to get him up. I had my fill of getting pillows tossed at me last year."

"Alright, alright," Adam grinned and watched as his wife left their room before proceeding to get dressed. He slipped on a pair of jeans before looking around for a clean shirt, catching the sight of his bare chest in the mirror. If scars could tell a story, he would have a novel imprinted on his skin.

His left arm was covered in burn marks, leftover reminders of Gracie, and there was a faded mark on his shoulder from a bullet so many years ago. Then there were the more severe markings. The red, ugly scars that stretched from his neck to his arms from a car crash his senior year of high school. In the end, it could have been much worse, but his already present fear of taking off his shirt increased tenfold. He had washed with a shirt on for weeks and it wasn't until Becky assured him that she did and would always love him that he finally began to feel more comfortable in his own skin.

The only scars that were positive were the two long ones, a couple inches south of his nipples. When he graduated from college, he had finally gotten top surgery with Becky holding one hand and his overprotective, but lovable mother holding the other. He had laughed and eagerly anticipated the surgery, but he supposed it was his girlfriend and mother's job to be overbearing. He still didn't know which one had been worse during his recovery period.

He lingered in front of the mirror for a moment longer before grabbing a black shirt and throwing it over his head.

Only this time it is your children, your flesh and blood, that go through all the highs and lows of life.

Becky put the breakfast on the table and smiled as her husband and son walked into the kitchen. As the two men she loved more than anything sat at the table and began to eat, she watched them, marveling at how two people with no shared blood could be so similar. Both had shaggy, shoulder-length hair although Seth's was more blonde than brown and when they looked up to see her staring at them, their bright blue eyes had the same question floating in their depths.

Seth Shepard Torres came into their lives fourteen years ago when Becky had been an intern at the hospital where she now worked as a pediatric surgeon. His parents had been in a fatal car accident and lost their lives while he escaped without a scratch. However, he had then been in the world without anyone, no grandparents or extended family. Becky had pleaded with Adam who was hesitant about the idea of adopting a child (they were both only twenty-four at the time), but after an hour in the toddler's presence, Adam was on his wife's side.

It hadn't been easy. Two young parents, one of them an intern at a hospital while the other was trying to make his way as a radio DJ, were hardly compelling candidates, but Becky prayed and Adam got lucky with work and then Seth was theirs and theirs alone. At first, they hadn't told Seth that he was adopted, but eventually, when he was older, they confided the truth into him. He had taken the news surprisingly well without the drama that Becky had been worried about.

"Someone needs to wake Sirius up," Seth mumbled, his mouth full of egg.

"No need," Adam and Becky's attention turned to the new boy that entered the room. Sirius Goldsworthy was the son of the Torres family's best friends yet he ate and slept at his godparents' house more than he did at his own. In recent years, he had become something of an adoptive son to Adam and Becky and an older brother to Seth.

Adam always said he saw himself and Eli, Sirius's father, in their friendship, but Becky always thought the two teenagers resembled Adam and his own brother when they were that age. Seth was there when Sirius broke his arm skateboarding and Sirius, more or less, dressed Seth for his first date.

Sirius ran a hand through his long, brown hair before grinning at his extended family, "Good morning."

"I didn't know you stayed the night, Sirius," Becky placed a plate in front of him and he thanked her quietly, "We could have set up the guest room for you."

"It's alright. I like the couch," Sirius grinned, "Besides, I came in late last night. I didn't want to wake you."

"Still having trouble at home?" Adam gave Sirius a sympathetic smile. Becky was close with Clare Goldsworthy, but she didn't understand the relationship between her and her husband quite like Adam did. So she merely comforted Sirius and offered him a bed to sleep in while Adam tried to get him to talk about his relationship with his parents.

Sirius shrugged, "Better than normal, but considering how far away from normal my parents are, I don't know if that's saying much. Dad keeps himself locked in his study, writing, and Mom got a late night call, saying she had to fly to Ontario for business. Probably nothing big. Most likely just an interview with the best pizza place in Canada."

The dark-haired boy rolled his eyes before cracking a smile while Seth grinned at his best friend. Becky never really knew how much Seth knew or didn't know about Sirius's home life. He never seemed to take things seriously. He preferred offering sarcastic comments or joking about important matters until they went away.

Becky smiled gently at Sirius before glancing at the clock, "You two are going to be late. Adam, will you drive them today?"

"Yes ma'am," Adam grinned before standing up, ruffling Sirius's hair, "Come on, boys. Degrassi's calling."

You watch as they fall in love and make mistakes.

"Nadia, come on open up!"

Nadia Torres, ignored her twin brother, staring at herself in the mirror. She was sixteen, a child more or less, with her whole life in front of her. She wasn't the smartest, but despite being young, her test scores and academic achievements had already caused more than one university to look her direction. Her brother may have gotten their father's athletic skills, but she inherited their mother's brains.

Which is why she was confused on how something like this could have happened.

"Nadia, I need to get in there! Mom is ready to go!"

"I'm almost done," Nadia responded, trying not to let her brother hear the tears in her voice. He was her best friend, but he couldn't know. No one could know. At least not until she had her mind wrapped around it.

"You said that twenty minutes ago!"

Nadia threw the pregnancy test in the trash before opening the door, glaring at Aidan, "Happy?"

"Yes," Aidan grinned at his sister before getting into the bathroom, running a hair through his spiked brown hair.

"Aidan, Nadia!" Drew Torres called from the stairwell, "Hurry up! Your mother is already in the car!"

"Yes, Dad!" Nadia called back before poking her head back into the bathroom, "Come on, Aidan. Don't take so long."

Aidan rolled his eyes, tossing a towel at his sister before the twins hurried down the stairs.

You comfort them and you love them, no matter what.

"Are you sure he's ready?" Connor Delaurier asked his wife as the two of them watched their son pack his bag for school, "What if we should homeschool him for another year?"

"Connor," Jenna smiled, resting a hand on her husband's arm, "He's in high school now. He wants the high school experience. Besides, Seth will be there and his other friends – if not, we'll be there if he needs us. He's ready. He will be alright."

"I just… I remember our sophomore year with Adam…" Connor shook his head slowly, "Kids are mean, Jenna."

"I won't deny that, but times have changed. Adam told us that the best way we can help Tyler is by treating him like our son, like a normal boy. If we're always protecting him, he won't become a man."

Tyler looked up at them and smiled nervously. Ever since he came out as transgender three years earlier, he had been pulled from school and his parents had begun homeschooling him in fear that he would be bullied should he stay. For three years, he had put up with his parents teaching him, but he wanted to start his high school education as a normal boy. Adam, who had been Tyler's main source of support during his transition, had stood by him and promised his parents that everything would be alright.

Still his words, however convincing, did nothing to sway the fears of Tyler's parents.

Connor returned his son's smile and walked over to him, resting a hand on his shoulder, feeling the tight fabric through the shirt, "Ready to go, son?"

You try to do everything right and try to convince them and yourself that you know what you are doing. The last thing you want your kids to realize is that you, the parent, are human. That you make mistakes too.

"Where were you last night?"

"Can we not do this now? It's her first day of high school and I don't want her to hear this."

Too late.

"No, I want to know why my wife is coming home at odd hours of the night!"

"I told you, I was at work." There was a long silence and Margaret "Maggie" Hollingsworth thought that maybe her parents had finally stopped for the day before she heard her mother snap back, "One of us has to support this family."

"This again," Maggie sighed as she heard them start up again. This was a common morning in the Hollingsworth household. Her father always brought up her mother working long hours while her mother would counter, saying she only worked long hours since he was unemployed. "It's not like I'm just sitting on my ass all day! I'm looking for work!"

"Your father offered you work. It's your own selfish pride that won't allow you to provide for your family."

Maggie packed up her bag and threw it over her shoulder, "Mom, Dad, I'm just going to walk to school!"

Maya Hollingsworth poked her head into her daughter's room, "Don't be silly, Maggie. Your father will take you."

"No, it's okay. You and dad… have other things to talk about."

"It's fine. I'd be happy to do it," Miles joined his wife and rested an arm on her shoulder only to have it shrugged off, "Maggie, are you ready to go?"

Maggie nodded and hugged and kissed her mother goodbye before following her dad to his car. The drive to school was silent at first until Miles finally turned to face his daughter, "You know that your mother and I love you very much, right?"

She nodded. Despite their own shortcomings, she was never one of those kids who doubted that she was loved. She knew she was wanted and despite her parents' shaky marriage, they wanted what was best for her. She assumed that was the only reason that they were still together.

"And I love your mother," Miles sighed before giving his daughter a small smile, "Things are just complicated right now. When I find work, things will be better, I promise."

Maggie looked at her father and smiled.

It was the first time she realized that her father was just as unsure about the future as she was.

But you know that even with your guidance and protection, life will still be hard on them and that's why you stand their loudmouth friends. Because you know they will be there for your child when you know you can't be.

Campbell put his belongings in his locker, closing his eyes and resting his head on the cool metal.

A new year yet it was the same old Degrassi.

He loved getting to school early before the halls were swamped with students, before their chatter bounced off the walls. It was quiet and the silence easily quelled his nerves. He wasn't a freshman, he had already done that first year of obligatory hell, but he wasn't like his friends. He didn't have that calm confidence that every boy his age seemed to possess.

Sometimes he wondered if it was because of his father.

His father was a good man, friendly to those who knew him.

Yet he was overbearing and not like normal, overprotective parents. He was more along the lines of wanting to shield his son from the horrors of the world, to clear the path so that nothing could hurt him.

It was probably due to him losing his wife in childbirth when Cam was born.

Cam leaned against his locker, lost in thought when he heard his friends call his name.

"Novak!"

He turned with a weak grin as Seth Torres and Sirius Goldsworthy hurried towards him. The three of them had been close friends since early childhood with Cam and Seth meeting as five-year-olds playing with trucks at the park before Seth had introduced Cam to his godbrother. After that introduction, the three of them had been inseparable.

"Hey Seth, Sirius," Cam smiled, embracing both boys briefly, "How were your summers?"

"Boring, we stayed in town," Sirius shrugged, returning Cam's grin with his own lopsided smirk, "What about you? How was Russia with your dad?"

"Cold for summer," Cam laughed, "Although, it was nice."

"Yeah it was nice," Seth grinned, "A whole summer in another country where you could do pretty much whatever you wanted. Now tell us, any foreign conquests?"

Cam sobered up, "I just really enjoyed the sights with my dad. I didn't really meet any… girls."

"It's okay, man," Sirius nudged Cam with his shoulder, "We'll find you a hot girl to hook up with here. It's Canada, not exactly a big romantic paradise like Europe, but we'll do our best."

"Yeah," Seth threw his arms around his two best friends as the three of them headed to class, "After all, the school year is just beginning and we have nine months to have the time of our lives."

Though no matter what you say or do, at the end of the day, it is their lives and all you can do is watch.