Sorry it's been a while. Fanfiction has been giving me 50 jillion issues. Hope you like it :)

Clare: I sat in my room, laying stomach down on my bed, reading a book. John was moving in today with my future stepsister. I'd never met her, but I knew a lot about her; my mother had been gushing about how amazing his daughter was, saying that we would be great friends. From what I heard, the only thing that she had in common with me, was the fact that she was smart, and she liked writing. She had won an award for a short story she wrote last year. That's not what bothered me about her, I mean, my grades were probably just as good as hers, if not better. What bothered me was that she was the perfect teenager. I saw a picture of her once. Her hair was brown, with some highlights, natural of course. Her skin had the slightest tan to it and she had gorgeous brown eyes. She was in such good shape, strong arms and perfect legs, with a flat stomach. Her boobs weren't large, but they weren't too small. Then there was her athleticism: She was a three-sport athlete (Hockey, swimming and cheerleading). I'll admit, I was jealous of her. But I was also very pissed at her. She was invading my life. She was going to come to Degrassi, and be all perfect, and I bet she will be like Jenna and steal my boyfriend.

There was a knock on my door, and it opened, as my mother walked into my room.

"Clare?" she said, as she walked next to me, and sat on my bed.

"What?" I said, rolling my eyes, staring at my book, but not reading any of the words.

"John and Lilly are going to be here any minute," she told me.

"What's your point?" I spat; my voice saturated with attitude.

"You have to come down stairs."

"Whatever," I mumbled, continuing to read.

"Clare, I know you are unhappy about this, but you have to accept this."

"Unhappy?" I burst, finally looking up at her, "I was unhappy when you started dating John, I was unhappy when you insisted on my meeting him. I was unhappy when you two started getting serious. I was unhappy when he started having dinner here once a week. I was unhappy when you would disappear with him twice a week to go out for dinner. Now? Now, I'm furious."

"You can be as angry as you want, I'm still marrying him," she said, her voice lined with anger.

"So I don't even get a say in any of this? You didn't even ask me if I was okay with this," I said, angrily while sitting up.

"Not everything can be about you, Clare," she said in a calm tone, but I could tell she was holding her anger back.

"This is my life that's changing too, you know."

"I know, Clare, but sometimes, I have to do what makes me happy," she told me, "And how do you think Lilly feels? She has to pick up her life and move."

"Whatever," I said, standing up from my bed. I leaned to the floor and picked up my purse. As I walked out, my mother called behind me, "Where are you going?"

"To see Jake," I said, running out of my house, without looking back at her.

I biked to Jake's house, and knocked on the door. He answered.

"Clare, what are you doing here?" he asked, surprised.

"I couldn't stand being around my mom right now. I just needed a friend," I explained, tears ready to fall from my eyes.

"Come on in," he said, ushering me inside his house. His dog, Faith, came up to me, and jumped up onto me, her paws barely reaching my mid thigh. Her tail was wagging wildly as her tongue hung out of her mouth. I giggled a little, as a scratched her head.

"Okay, Faith, get down. You can't steal my girlfriend form me," Jake said, gently pulling his dog off me. We walked to his room. He closed the door behind him as we entered his room. I sat on his bed, and he sat next to me. I pulled the comforter over our legs. He placed his arm around me, and pulled me close to him. I rested my head comfortably on his chest.

"So, tell me, what is going on with your mom?" he asked, his voice soft, smooth and loving.

"They're moving in today, and I just can't deal with it. It's like they are getting divorced all over again," I said, with tears again ready to fall out. I know I said that I wouldn't cry over it, but I couldn't help it right now. Jake kissed the top of my head.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"My family is falling apart all over again. I don't think I can handle going through it again," I explained.

"It's gonna be okay," he said, "You can fight through it."

"Maybe," I said. I didn't believe what he said, but I wanted him to at least think we was helping me.

"What are you so worried about?" he asked, looking down at me.

"I don't know. I don't really think I'm worried about anything," I said.

"Then what's wrong?"

"I'm just not ready to have a new family."

"I thought you said that you finally coming to terms with the divorce?" he questioned.

"I was. But that just means I was coming to terms with the fact my parents were no longer together, not that I was okay with a new family."

"I see," he commented. I sighed.

"It'll work itself out," he said.

"I hope so," I said back. He wasn't really helping, but it was the best thing I could get.

So, that's it. Next chapter will be up faster than this one was. I already have it written, I just need to edit it. Anyways, review. Please? :D

~Andy