I'm really excited to say that October is closer than we think it is. :D But I am not excited to say that I want this done before October comes…It's sad, it really is, but once October comes, I wont be able to make much more of this story. Plus, it's getting REALLY LONG, and I don't think that's really good. ):

I hope you guys understand. But after that half, I might JUST make a new story of what I think is going to happen for season 11 because rumor has it that they are going to have a season 11. (Stephan tweeted that they probably are. :D :D ) I hope you guys are just as excited as I am.

I've said it before and I will probably say this from now on: I love your reviews, I really do, just make them about the story. And if you are reviewing just to say "wow" or "Clare is stupid" please don't…I want to hear what you guys will say about my story and my writing. I don't want to sound selfish, but please, knock that off.

On with the show then.

It's not over, no it's not over, it can't be over.
We had a chance to make it, but now it's over.

Clare's POV

"If this is the answer, then I can't be with you."

"Clare! Get up! I know you had your fun during winter break but it's time for a reality check!" Great way to get me up and excited for school, mom.

I stumble quickly out of bed and make a straight path to the bathroom to turn on my curling iron, and try and follow my basic routine for school mornings. While waiting for it to heat up, I stare into the mirror and take a quick brush through my hair. While looking in the mirror, I apprehend that this semester isn't going to be easy…

I acknowledge a few thuds on the door and open it to see my mother standing there with a cardboard box in her hand. "I forgot to give this to you," She says and places the box in my extended hands.

"What is it?" I ask her while making my way to my room.

"It's your new uniform." She responds.

Uniforms? Mr. Simpson isn't kidding around this time. I rip open the box and notice a purple shirt with a panthers logo right below the color folded neatly in the box. I pull it out of the box and lay it on the bed before seeing a note soar out of the shirt. What the hell? I reach down to pick it up and it reads:

Degrassi Community School's new uniforms are to strictly be worn on a regular basis with your printed ID cards around your necks provided in the package. Also, you are to report to the gym first thing in the morning for a meeting about our new rules. If caught disobeying, there will be serious consequences.

Principal Simpson.

Do I have every right to be scared out of my mind? It's not like I would try to contravene the rules, but this is ridiculous.

Eli's POV

"Remember to report right to the gym this morning for a few announcements from Principal Simpson," The announcer says over the intercom. I make a quick trip to my locker first thing while tugging and pulling at my ridiculous red polo that I was required to wear. I still think these uniforms are comical.

My locker swings open at an unsatisfying empty locker. Looks like they took down all my posters I had up to give it that Eli-Goldsworthy-vibe so now it's just so…lifeless.

A few rows down I spot the usual short, gold curls that I used to love to see every morning making her way to her locker also. My god Clare didn't change a bit. She still had those fluffy curls and those baby blue eyes that I admired every time I looked into them. It was Clare Edwards, alright. She was wearing a pair of khaki pants and a similar looking polo but with a color that looked slightly like indigo.

"Hello?" What's that voice? And I why am I hearing it? "Dude!" I experience myself being grasped by two arms that twist me around quickly. "I've been standing here for five minutes!"

"Exaggeration," I say to Adam. "I haven't even been here for five minutes."

He raises my hands in one of those "well excuuuuuse me" motions. He smacks them back down and takes a good look at my uniform and chuckles. "Red's not really your color."

"Damnit, Adam!" I'm not feeling too satisfied this morning. I wasn't in the mood for his jokes. "Let's just get down to the gym, shall we?" I take one last glance at Clare as she quickly flings her head back to her locker. I was having a hard time considering that fact that she wasn't looking at me.

The gym was set with chairs, and Adam and I take our seats each on one of them. "Hopefully these new rules don't entirely ruin our lives."

"Uh," Adam starts between laughs. "Do you know how pissed he was? That's probably his goal. My mom told me that at the school board meetings he meant business."

I roll my eyes at the though. It was probably his mom that meant business, and his mom is the one out to ruin our life. Figures…

"Hey Clare," I hear Adam say by me. I turn my head to see Clare sitting in a seat next to Adam, and farthest away from me. I was either angry or thankful she went to sit down by Adam, or maybe just plain miserable.

"So how was your break?" She asks sympathetically to Adam, barely acknowledging my existence. Good, she didn't have to talk to me, but I definitely want her too.

Adam opens his mouth to answer Clare's question but before he could, we all noticed a piercing noise coming from the microphone which made nearly everybody in the audience jump. AKA, the whole entire student body.

"Good morning Degrassi," Principal Simpson starts into the microphone. "I see you have all found your uniforms. These are to be worn at all times. No exceptions. If you all have gotten your ID's around your necks, please hold them up." Everybody lifts their ID's from their necks and hold them up for Principal Simpson to see. What's the point of this? "Good," He says. Everybody gradually lowers their ID's as he begins to talk again. "Now that I have seen that you all are in uniform, I am going to give the microphone to Sav so he can say a few words."

Sav steps out from behind the curtain and clears his throat. The guy looked terrified. "Hello," He starts timidly. "I'm Sav Bhandari, and I am here to say that Degrassi is going to be different from now on, and when you walk out of this meeting, take a flyer from the security guards by the door."

"Security guards?" I whisper to Adam. "When Simpson said we wouldn't recognize this school he certainly wasn't kidding."

"Tell me about it," I hear that whisper, but it wasn't Adam. I look up and see Clare looking as blameless as ever. I decided to smirk anyways.

It's not over,
Unless you let it take you,
It's not over.

Review away! I want to hear what you guys have to say. (: I might make Clare be playing a few games with Eli's head, because I like that idea. So I think I have all the chapters from now on, and I want to squeeze in an Alli and Clare game night because I think that my story needs to have more humor and fun besides all the drama. (:

If you are going to review—Review about this story, and about this writing. Please.

-Amanda.