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Chapter 2

We rented a house near by to live in for a while. It was modern for its day but very outdated to us. There were three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a garage, a kitchen, a living room, and a dinning room. Luckily it was already furnished, so we could look like a normal family from this time. The kitchen contained appliances such as a stove, oven, refrigerator, microwave, dishwasher, and toaster. The walls were baby blue with white cabinets to match. A beige living room obtained a brown couch and love seat with a plasma screen TV. A desk with a computer sat in the corner near a curtained window. The bedrooms were each painted a neutral color with beds, dressers, and closets. The bathrooms both had a shower, a sink, and a toilet.

After doing research about the year we were in, my mother took the liberty in buying my brother and me clothes to wear to help us fit in.

We all gathered in the living room as darkness over came the bright sunny day.

"I registered you both for school today. You'll start tomorrow," my dad told us as he sat on the couch.

"What! Why? We are so much smarter than these 21st century bimbos! We don't need to go to school! And plus we're just going to stick out and everyone will know we're from the future," I argued. I did not want to go to school here in this time.

"Yeah dad, I could help you with the time machine," Riley backed me up.

"It would just draw more attention to us if you didn't go to school, so you're going, end of discussion," I was ticked. How could my dad do this to us?

"Think of it as an adventure, or a challenge, or an experiment; being able to study and work with people from our past," my mother chipped in, but honestly, I didn't want to hear her optimism right now.

"Riley, you'll be in something called the 12th grade, and Clare, you'll be in the 10th grade. You'll be going to a place called Degrassi," my dad informed us.

"Fine," I gave in and marched to my room. I sat in my room and let anger over come me, as I muttered about how upsetting this all was until I fell asleep.

Before I knew it, it was morning and my dad was waking me up at 7 o'clock sharp.

"What are you doing?" I asked, clearly annoyed.

"School starts at 8. Get ready," he demanded as I groaned. I got out of my bed to shower in the closest bathroom. When I was done I hopped through the dressing hoop, putting fresh clean clothes on my body. I looked down and saw that I was in dark blue jeans, white flip flops, and a multicolor floral blouse. My hair was short and curled to perfection. I moaned at the horrible taste in style this century had. I was so used to bright colored spandex and layers; not denim and blouses. I quickly grabbed a back pack my mom picked up and headed downstairs for breakfast.

In the kitchen I found the foods 3000 and punched in the code for home-style pancakes. Within seconds, pancakes were made topped with butter and maple syrup. I dug in as my brother came down stairs in blue jeans, sneakers, and a green t-shirt. By the time we both finished our breakfast it was near 7:45. Unlucky for us, we had to walk to school since it was only a couple blocks away.

"I can't believe dad is making us go to school!" I complained as we left the house.

"I know. I don't want to go either, but let's just stick it out and maybe by the time we get back, the time machine will be fixed," Riley tried to comfort me.

Soon enough we approached the school. I looked around making sure this was the right place, because kids were walking around in almost identical clothing. Guys passed by in kaki pants while girls were in kaki skirts. They all had different colored polos as well. Before I had the chance to say something, an older man who seemed to be going bald and wore a more formal outfit approached us.

"Hi, you must be Riley and Clare Edwards. I'm Principal Simpson," he said as he stuck his arm out.

"What am I suppose to do with that?" I leaned up on my toes to whisper to my brother.

"Shake it," he whispered back, showing me how it was done.

"Hi," I greeted the principal and copied what Riley had done.

"Sorry about you uniforms; we weren't expecting any more new students, but they should be here by the end of the day, and you can just pick them up in the main office," he informed us as we nodded, "so if you follow me, I'll get you, your schedules and locker numbers," he turned around and headed into the school.

I couldn't help but look at the people around me and my surroundings. Everyone was staring at us and I could hear their whispers. Most people said, "Who are they?" I did my best to ignore them as I followed Mr. Simpson

Once we reached the main office, the principal gave us our class schedules and locker numbers along with the combination. Then me and Riley parted our separate ways. 'What on earth is a locker?' I thought to myself but quickly realized they were the skinny rectangular doors lined up against one another throughout the hallways. Looking at the top numbers, it wasn't hard to find my locker, but how to open it was the real question. I stood there in front of it, tilting my head back and forth, trying to figure out how to open it, when a tan petite girl with straight black hair came up to me.

"Need some help?" she asked a little hesitantly, but smiled when I looked up.

"Yeah, that would be great thanks," I guess it wouldn't hurt to make a friend.

"Here let me see your combination," I gave her the piece of paper I was given by Mr. Simpson and carefully studied her as she opened the door with ease. "So do they not have lockers, where you're from?" she asked trying to make a conversation.

"Not exactly," I replied, however I was interrupted by a loud high pitched ringing noise.

"Oh, well if you ever need any help, feel free to ask. I'm Alli by the way," She said just as she was about to turn around.

"Actually, could you help me find my homeroom?" I asked.

"Sure thing," she was more than happy to help. At least people in the past are nice.

"Thanks, and I'm Clare."

In homeroom I met another student named Adam. He had girlish features, but for the most part just looked like a feminine boy. He was nice and helped me get to my first period class which happened to be History. In that class I sat behind a girl named Fiona who seemed to be a little disoriented. However, when we were able to talk she could go on forever. After that, my second period class was Spanish which is useless considering everything has a translator in the future. There I met a girl named Jenna and her boyfriend, KC. They were a little too peppy for my liking, yet it was tolerable. Later I had English during period 3. I walked in a tad bit late, but the teacher didn't seem to mind. It was obvious that I was new from my attire. As I walked in, I noticed the same boy I met in homeroom. The teacher, Ms. Dawes, told me I could sit wherever there was an open desk, so I choose the one next to Adam. In front of me was another boy with shaggy black hair. The period went by pretty fast and I realized I had lunch next. Once the bell rang, I collected my things, but accidentally bumped into the boy who sat in front of me.

"Sorry," I muttered as I looked in his dark green forest eyes.

"Its fine," he said, "You're new right?"

"Yeah…how'd you guess?" I asked a little sarcastically but I was getting sick of this place and just wanted to go home already.

"Hmmm, well for starters, you're not wearing a uniform, you don't know your way around the school, and you bumping into bullies," he told me, however I couldn't tell if he was bluffing or not about that last part.

"Sorry?" I asked confused.

"I'm kidding," he laughed.

"Oh," I mouthed as I rolled my eyes and turned to walk away.

"Hey, what do you have next?" he questioned before I had the chance to leave.

"Lunch."

"Me too. If you want you can sit with me and my friends," he offered. I thought about it and it probably would be better than sitting by myself no matter how witty this kid could be.

"Sure," I replied, "and I'm Clare."

"Great, I'm Eli," he led me to the cafeteria once I got my lunch from my locker and brought me to a table full of the students I met earlier. Who would've thought they were all friends. There were only two people there I didn't know already. Eli took a spot next to Adam, who sat next to Fiona, who was next to a girl with brown hair and brown eyes, then Jenna, followed by KC, a boy with brown hair and blue eyes, and lastly Alli. I took the seat in between Eli and Alli.

Eli attempted to introduce me, but since I already knew most of them, it wasn't really necessary. Later, I found out that the boy I haven't met was named Drew and the girl was named Imogen. I did my best to try to relate to their conversations. I would say it was a success. My dad told me if anyone asks, we should say were from Kansas, in the U.S.

I also noticed the girl, Imogen, intently starting at Eli and I, as he seemed to listen and pay attention to everything I was saying. Other than that, lunch went by pretty well. Eli even offered to help me find my other classes.

The rest of the day was gone in a flash. When the last bell rang, I found Riley and we headed to the main office to get our uniforms and walk home. Mine consisted of a purple polo and a kaki skirt, while Riley had a blue shirt, and kaki pants. We were each given a Degrassi sweatshirt as well.

"How was your day?" Riley asked me as we walked home.

"Not bad; I met a lot of people, but I'd much rather go back to our virtual school."

"Yeah, I know what you mean."

"Well, how was your day?"

"Pretty boring, and there was a lot of staring. Oh and then there were so many girls who kept trying to talk to me."

"Oh so my brother's quite the ladies man, huh?" I laughed.

When we got home, our dad notified us that the time machine wasn't fixed yet, so it looked like we'll be going to school again tomorrow…