Hey! I tried updating yestarday, but I couldn't log on to Fanfiction! Ok, soo Valentine's Day tomorrow! Anyone 'sweet hearts' on your mind? There's one in specific in mine! As a Valentine's treat, I will do my absolute best to try and update once or twice tomorrow! Also, I have this idea for a story that I might publish later today. I really had fun writing this chapter, AND, ONE WEEK UNTIL DEGRASSI: NEW BEGINNINGS! Like i promised, I will post a link, hopefully Teennick will provide when, and if I can't find one, if you guys want, I'll exlpain the episode.
Anywho, here's Chapter27 of the rest of our lives! Oh wait! Thanks to JJ288 (if there's something you'd like to suggest or tell me what you thought was missing, feel 100% free of telling me) Degrassistar and My World Of Eli (Eli called Alli slut, and it's up to you if you want to think he was serious or not) for reviewing! I 100% accept negative comments, because that's what also helps me write better, along with amazing sweet and awesome comments you guys leave in reviews! Congrats JJ288 for being my 60th reviewer! And My World Of Eli, for officialy making this story's reviews double the amount of it's prequel (New Year, New Chapter) and thanks!
Special shout out to LoveEliandClare who reviewed New Year, New Chapter on January 29th, 2012 and I'm giving you a shoutout. Honestly, I think anywho reviews deserves a shoutout, whether it was from New Year, New Chapter, Rest Of Our Lives, Gorgeous Nightmare or any of my stories. So feel free to review back in New Year, New Chapter because I check reviews frequently and every day.
NOW, here's Chapter 27. (The italic is a flash back of how Julia and Christian met)
Julia walked into The Dot with Allison, both Juniors at Degrassi. "I can't believe you're in the 11th grade, though you're only 13!" Allison exclaims, walking to their table. "Hey, I'm special like that." Julia teases, smirking. Allison laughed, happy that Julia's not dating Hunter anymore. "Is it bad to like your best friend's ex" Allison thought, and nodded, not realizing what Julia said. She stared at Hunter, who was buying a mocha. "Ok, now is it bad to like a kid that's 4 years younger than you? No, you're best friend's 4 years younger than you." Allison thought, as she noticed a cute guy walking up to them. "Hi, welcome to The Dot, I'm Christian." The boy greets. "You work here? You look like you're 13, my age." Julia asked.
"Actually, I'm using that as a excuse to talk you." Christian admitted. "Really? How sweet, but I'm too old for you." Allison blushes. "Um…I was talking to green eyes here." Christian corrected Allison. "Oh, by the way, it's as an excuse, not as a excuse." Allison growled. "Oh well. So…hey can I buy you a mocha, green eyes?" Christian asked, leading for Julia to blush. "Ok…wait I barely know you." Julia points out. "Ok, I'm Christian, and you are?" Christian started. "Julia. Julia Goldsworthy." Julia answers. "Well Julia, how 'bout that mocha?" Christian asks. Julia looks over at Allison for her approval, which Allison does approve.
As Christian and Julia went to sit, Hunter walked up to Allison. "Alli." Hunter starts. "What?" Allison coldly answers. "Does Julia have any feelings for me. As a friend?" Hunter asks, hoping and praying for a yes. Deep down, the answer was yes, but Allison lied. "Julia. Julia hates you. She doesn't want to talk to you. She thinks you're just a weird, mental kid that she dated, and was wrong about you ever caring for her, so honestly, BACK OFF Julia!" Allison screams, and Hunter runs off. "I did a good thing." Allison tells herself, and sees Julia furiously blushing and it appears Christian is flirting with her.
Julia's POV
"You mother fucker!" Hunter screams, Dad grabbing him, but Hunter's overpowering Dad's strength. Uncle Adam, Jake and Dave are holding Christian back. Mom notices me, and runs over to me. "Julia, what happened?" Mom asks, on the verge of tears. "C-Christian…he r-raped me." I stutter, letting the fact that I was raped sink in to my body. "Honey, you know that I was raped?" Mom asks. "Really? When? How? Who?" I question. "Didn't I already tell you? Your uncle Jake raped me when I was a junior, which resulted in Nick's death." Mom explains. "Oh yeah. Mom, it's scary. He abused me too." I choke, and cry in Mom's neck.
"It's ok honey, you're going to get through it, ok." Mom whispers. "FUCK YOU!" Christian screams, and I hear Hunter say something, but not his exact words. "What happened?" I ask, rubbing my forehead. "Hunter found you unconscious on the floor, and they started fighting. He really cares about you." Mom answers, and we walked outside to a police car. They broke up the fight, and let Hunter go home.
"Love you mommy, daddy." I cry, hugging both of them. They kiss me, I take Nick and Devon, and we go home. After I make sure both of them were sleeping, I walked to our room. "Hunter-" I start, exhausted. "Julia, I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you." Hunter apologizes. "Trust me, you've done enough, my hero." I reply. "I really don't want to sleep here tonight, can I sleep on the couch…alone?" I ask, and Hunter nods.
One Week Later, Clare's POV
"Honey, I get it, morning sickness." I reply, listening to Julia's complaints. "Mom, Hunter and I hadn't had sex lately, and I feel pregnant. Symptoms of pregnancy: Implantation Bleeding, Delay/Difference in Menstruation, Nausea/Morning Sickness, and others. Mom, all those are happening." Julia exclaims. "Jules, I'll buy a test after work, ok?" I ask, irritated. "Thanks Mom, love you." Julia answers.
Ethan's POV
"Katelyn, I don't have freckles." I repeat to Katelyn, for the millionth time. "I do." She replies. "Ok, good for you." I tease. "Oh shut up." Katelyn rolls her eyes. Alex Branch comes by, and winks. "Hey Ethan, can you help me with homework?" Alex asks. Alex Branch, one of the sexiest girls at Degrassi, wants me to help her? "Actually, Kate's better at school than me." I offer. "Right Kate?" I add. "What? Oh yeah, definitely." Katelyn answers. I was hoping you can help me…please!" Alex begs, and I nod.
Write our autobiographies, was our homework. After some thinking, I came up with my beginning.
Goldsworthy Luck, is what they called it. Me? I have that luck. That luck can be good and bad. It can be bad like my Dad getting shot when he was a senior at Degrassi, and good like me avoiding getting Bipolar Disorder, like my Dad and my older brother. High school, very confusing. Middle school, a lot less. Elementary, I was babied around. I was kidnapped and
I started, but was interrupted by Alex throwing her paper in my face. "Read it." Alex instructs.
Boys. Hair. My butt up in boy's faces. That's my life. It's simple, and there's no reason why I should even be writing this. Like, last week, I was like, girl! To um…Lindsay, and she was like, no way! How do you spell that thingy on my shoe? Oh well, but she broke it!
My life can be very difficult. I woke up this morning, and my fav lipstick was gone! Like, grr! Other than that, I couldn't find my favorite bra and pantie, how am I gonna go stripping? Lmfao! Joking! BRB I gotta go put my lipstick on!
I reread her paper over and over again. "What the hell? You can turn this in as an autobiography!" I yell, as Alex was putting lipstick on. "Why not?" Alex asked. "Ok, let's practice. Write about anything." I sigh. "KK." She replies, and starts writing.
I go to the kitchen, and check my phone. 3 messages from Katelyn. "ETHAN HONEY!" Alex screams, and I go over to her. "What?" I ask. "My autobiography, read it." Alex instructs.
Fifthteen years ago, I came bounding into a world of love and laughter. I was the first child, the first grandchild, the first niece, and the primary focus of my entire extended family. Although they were not married, my parents were young and energetic and had every good intention for their new baby girl. I grew up with opportunities for intellectual and spiritual growth, secure in the knowledge that I was loved, free from fear, and confident that my world was close to perfect. And I was the center of a world that had meaning only in terms of its effect on me- what I could see from a height of three feet and what I could comprehend with the intellect and emotions of a child. This state of innocence persisted through my early teens, but changed dramatically in the spring of my freshman year of high school. My beloved father was dying of AIDS.
"DAMN!" I scream, not believing Alex wrote this. "You wrote it? And it's all true?" I question. "Of course! You seriously think I'm lying about my Dad?" Alex asked, and took back the paper. "No, now continue. And don't show me your paper, I'll find out tomorrow." I instruct.
The next day, I wrote my essay. Mrs. Gordon, my English teacher called Alex up to read hers, and she did so.
She read the first paragraph. Then, she started the second. "From the moment my parents told me, I confronted emotions and issues that many adults have never faced. Death of a parent, and AIDS specifically, forced my view of the world and my sense of responsibility to take a dramatic turn. I had already accepted my father's homosexuality and had watched through the years as he experienced both prejudice and acceptance related to his sexual preference. However, in this case I did not have the benefit of time to understand my father's illness since he decided not to tell me until he had developed full-blown AIDS. My role in the relationship was suddenly reversed. Where I had once been the only child of my single father, I was now the parent to the debilitated child." Alex continued.
"By the summer of my second freshman year, since I failed due to caring for my father, I had rearranged the structure of my life; as my father's illness progressed and he became increasingly incapacitated, he depended on me a great deal." Alex choked. "Each morning before school I took him to the hospital where he received blood transfusions or chemotherapy to treat the lymphoma that was destroying his body. After school, I raced home to complete my homework so that I could later go to his apartment. There I cooked meals, cleaned up, and administered his oral and intravenous medications. Working with IVs became second nature to me. I found myself familiar with the names of drugs like Cytovene, used to treat CMV, Neupogen, to raise one's white blood cell count, and literally countless others. I came home each night after midnight, yet the fatigue I felt hardly touched me; I was no longer seeing through my own eyes, but through my dad's. I felt his pain when he was too sick to get out of bed. And I hurt for him when people stared at his bald head, a result of chemotherapy, or the pencil-thin legs that held up his 6'5" frame. I saw the end he was facing, the gradual debilitation the disease caused, the disappointment he endured when people were cruel and the joy he experienced when others were kind. I saw his fear, and it entered my life." Alex continued on.
I stared in awe, not believing these words coming out of her mouth. "My father died on July 28, 2040. In the last year of his life, I was given the greatest gift I will ever receive: the gift of deep experience. I am now able to recognize the adversity that accompanies any good in life. My father taught me about loyalty, love and strength. But most importantly, he gave me the opportunity to see through his eyes, triggering a compassion in me and a sense of responsibility to those I love and the world around me that I might not have otherwise discovered." Alex started to cry.
"Ms. Branch, would you like to continue?" Ms. Gordon asked. "Yes. With this compassion and experience comes an even greater responsibility. Luke 12:48 tell us "To whom much is given, of him will much be required." As I move forward in my life, it is my hope that I can begin to see other people from two vantage points: theirs and mine. By doing this, I will begin to understand that with my every position or emotion there may be someone else standing at an equally valid, yet possibly opposite point. And that life, for them, has a different hue. Not a day will ever go by when I won't miss my father, but I am so grateful for the blessing of his life." Alex finished, in tears. She sat in her seat, as Ms. Gordon excused her from class.
"Mr. Goldsworthy, would you like to go, or has Ms. Branch's words wounded you?" Ms. Gordon asked. "I'll go tomorrow." I whisper, as Alex's words have wounded me.
Julia's POV
"Allison!" I scream, freaking out. Allison came running up to me, and saw the pregnancy test. "I'm pregnant." I whisper. "With Hunter?" Allison asked, cheering! "Yes! Three beautiful Meyers kids!" Allison cheers. "No Allison, with Christian." I correct her, crying.
Julia's pregnant...with Christian's baby! The essay Alex 'wrote' is not my idea, but it was on one of my teacher's suggestions. So far, there's 3 new storylines going on, and I'm all blank with Zac/Stephanie/Isabella storyline. Now, do you guys want me to continue on and make this story long, or wrap it up sooner or later. And, tell me around what point do you think I should end it. I do have an idea in mind, if you guys want to hear (technically read) it...review and thanks!