Hey everyone! So, while I was thousands of miles away from my hometown, I came up with this awesome idea to continue my high school saga - with our Grey's Anatomy cast! Maybe it was the heat, and maybe it won't work out, but you never know until you try, right?

Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy, any of it.

Copyright: I do own this story though.

So as always, read, review, and enjoy!

The alarm clock went off and Meredith Grey opened her eyes, squinting at the bright sunlight. She stretched her achy limbs and immediately stood up, padding down the hall to her mother's room.

"Mom?" Meredith knocked, peeking her head through the cracked door.

"Mom, you have to get up," she said, going inside and gently shaking her.

"Go away Meredith," Ellis said, pulling the covers up over her head.

"Mom – it's the first day of high school and you have work," Meredith pleaded.

"I said, go away Meredith!" her mother yelled and Meredith withdrew her hand sharply. She exhaled, frustrated, animosity towards her mother flowing through her body. She turned around and headed to her room without another word, where she ran a brush through her hair, and put on a tank top and a pair of jeans. She dabbed on some concealer and black mascara, in an effort to brighten her plain features. Meredith headed downstairs and grabbed a Pop Tart, sitting at the breakfast table alone. It had always been her and her mother, for as long as she could remember, but now for the past week, Ellis Grey hadn't gotten out of bed, merely for scraps of food and bathroom trips. Not that they spent time together in the first place. Meredith didn't know what had happened to send her mother into another one of her downward spirals, and she really didn't care to find out. She took a quick look at the clock and grabbed her backpack, heading out the door.

"Mom! Derek's been in the shower too long! Make him get out!" Derek Shepherd could hear Nancy bellowing on the other side of the door. And once again, he wished that he had a brother. And for the umpteenth time, he realized that he lost the closest thing that he had to a brother. Derek clenched his fists in anger as he remembered what had happened that summer. Coming home from his family vacation in Europe and walking into Addison's house for a surprise welcome, to find his long time girlfriend with his best friend on the couch.

"Derek, come on! Let one of your sisters in!" he heard his mother say and Derek sighed, taking one last look at his hair and exiting.

"You look great, sweetheart," Carolyn Shepherd said, giving her son a kiss on the cheek. "Are we picking up Mark or Addison and Archer?"

"No!" Derek snapped, heading to his room, where his mother followed, anxious.

"What's going on, sweetie? Did you guys have a fight?" Derek sighed, looking at the picture frames, one of him and Addison kissing on a ferry boat, and one of all three of them, Addison putting up bunny ears behind the two of them. Derek reached over and put the picture frames face down, turning back to his mom.

"Let's just go."

Addison Montgomery sighed, running her fingers through her luxurious red locks.

'It isn't right,' she thought hopelessly and tried to flip up the ends of her hair. She hadn't seen Derek since he stormed out of her house almost two weeks ago. She tried in vain to call, to visit, but he wouldn't answer or wouldn't be home. She liked Mark – a lot in fact. They had always been close, the three of them, always together. Then her and Derek fought before he jetted off to Europe, and then Mark was there console her. Then before she knew it, they were an item. She never thought Derek would find out, much less find them. Addison shook her head, resolving to stop dwelling on it. She pulled on her magenta baby doll tank top and her skinny jeans with a pair of zebra striped flats and headed out the door with Archer.

"Aren't we picking up Derek?" Archer asked, as Addison drove to the middle school to drop off her brother.

"No, we're not," Addison, her tone clearly indicating that the conversation was over.

"Did he find out about you and Mark?" Addison blushed.

"How did you know?"

"You guys weren't exactly discreet," Archer said with a smirk, as they pulled up to the middle school, just a few blocks from the high school.

"Just go," she said, giving her little brother a playful shove.

"Is Derek coming to pick you up?" Mark's mom asked and he froze solid.

"I don't think so," Mark Sloan said slowly, and his mother groaned.

"I'll take you then. I'm calling the school today, you're going on the bus for the rest of the year," she snapped. Mark sighed, as this summer's events played over again. Addison was always attractive to him, but merely in the way he complimented his best friend's good taste. He saw her in a different light this summer, without Derek, she seemed different, more carefree, and happier – and he felt himself falling in love with her. He hadn't told her yet – she had avoided him since Derek found them together. But today, it would all be out in the open.

"Lexie! It's time to get up!" her mom called, knocking gently on the door.

"I'm already up, Mom!" Lexie Grey called back, as she finished the final touches on her short ponytail. Her mom, Susan, walked into her room, smiling at her beautiful daughter.

"Maybe we should… hold you back a grade. You know, so you could be with your own class?" Susan said hopefully, feeling her youngest daughter slipping away from her as quickly as she had been brought into this world.

"Mom…," Lexie groaned, as she rolled her eyes, pulling a shirt on over her camisole. "I'll be fine," she said confidently as she flashed her mother a brilliant white smile.

"Your dad had to go into work early, but he wishes you good luck. He's going to pick you up tonight, okay?"

"Mom! Are we going?" Molly said, peeking her head into Lexie's room.

"Yeah – let's go. I'll drop you off at the middle school first, okay?" Lexie grabbed her bag off the counter, excited to start her first day of high school.

"Georgie! You're starting high school today!" His family cried as they burst into his room, way too early. He put the pillow over his head as he tried to tune out his parents and his brothers.

"Georgie! You have to get up!"

"It's George!" George snapped, kicking the covers off and heading to the bathroom. He was fed up with them calling him Georgie, and treating him like a child. He was George O' Malley, and as of today, a high school freshman. He wanted to, needed to, in fact, prove to his family he wasn't a kid anymore.

"Thanks Izzie for picking up Allie's shift. Just today, I promise," the manager of the restaurant said to Izzie Stevens as she headed in the back to change for her first day of school.

"No problem," she said with a sigh, as she headed to her locker, quickly changing out of her work attire to her school clothes. It wasn't the first time she had been called into an early shift like that, and she suspected it wasn't actually the last time. She had promised herself to stop working early mornings and late nights once school started, but now it didn't seem like she had a choice. Her mom lost her job, again, and her latest boyfriend just ran out on her, with some of her mom's jewelry that they had planned on selling. It always left her mother devastated, unable to get out of bed when the latest of her affairs left, leaving Izzie to bring in the cash for a week.

'Less than 1500 days until I'm out of here,' Izzie thought with a small smile as she reapplied her makeup in the tiny mirror that was up in her locker. She always had wanted to move away from the trailer park, and once she gained those last few inches that she was sure she was going to gain, Izzie wanted to model to pay her way through college. Ever since she was a little girl, she had wanted to model, and now, she had found the perfect excuse to do it. Izzie looked at the clock on the wall and cursed silently, hoping she was going to make the bus on time. She grabbed her book bag and purse from the locker and shut it, running to the bus stop.

Cristina Yang rolled her eyes, watching her mother frantically dart about the house, looking for the right pair of shoes. She could swear on practically anything that her mother cared about looking better for her first day of high school than she did. Cristina wore her comfortable Stanford t-shirt, her dream school, and a pair of jeans, waiting impatiently for her mother to be ready. Cristina sighed again, now annoyed. This high school business was crap. Her mother had always told her how it was the best time of her life - the parties, the friends, where she first fell in love.

'Right - like I'm going to fall for anyone.'


"Mom, you have to get up," Alex Karev pleaded, as he wrapped his muscular arms around his tiny mother's frame, and pulled her upright. It was 7 o' clock, but Alex had been up for over an hour now. He was ready, he just had to make sure his mother was okay before he left.

"Here, drink this," he said, taking a bottle of water and unscrewing the cap, pressing it to her lips.

"I got it," his mom said shakily and she took the bottle from him. Alex sighed in relief.

"Go get the bus, honey - I'm fine," she said, kissing him on the cheek. Alex nodded, grabbing his backpack and heading to the bus stop.