I wandered the halls, the glorious place where my parents went. I had recently found out I was adopted and left Seattle for Toronto. And now I Samuel Yorke, am walking the halls of Degrassi. In hopes one of the old timers would still be around. Yet I found no one. So I wandered trying to recreate some of the scenes I was told of my parents as I wandered to the Dot. Behind the counter was a tall blonde man.
"What can I get you?" I shrugged.
"What ever Jt used to eat?" He looked at me strange. Then went to get someone whom had short brown hair.
"What the hell?" He claimed. I looked shocked, I was an ordinary guy. But this dude kept looking at me like I was a ghost.
"Jt?" I shook my head no.
"No. I'm Sam." He was making up some fries and a milkshake.
"May I ask how you know Jt, you seem a little young to know his story." What story was there?
"I don't know of his story." The man looked at me and it looked like he was trying to process what he saw. Then a blonde lady came down.
"Whoa." The brown haired guy shook his head.
"Jt?" What was with everyone asking me if I was my father? I hadn't met the man yet.
"No." She looked taken back.
"But you look just like he did, sixteen years ago." They haven't seen my father in sixteen years?
"I'm Sam." She kept staring at me as I ate as if I was some shiny new toy.
"But you know Jt and you got to be what fifteen?" I growled, I was no longer 15.
"No I'm 16 and just looking for Jt or someone who could point me in his direction."
"Uhh I'll take you to see him after you eat." I scarfed down my food and was excited at the prospect of seeing my father.
"I'm Emma by the way and this is Spinner we both went to school with Jt." I nodded the name Emma sounded familiar. We got in a car and they drove us to this cemetery. I was beginning to think that they were going to off me or something. But they pulled up to a marker set and got out. The girl bent down in front of a gravestone. She touched it fondly before standing up.
"Jt, lies here now." I was shocked this had to be some sick joke.
"No, your lying." She looked shocked at my sudden outburst.
"No, Jt died sixteen years ago." I slumped against the car. No wonder my birthday wishes never came true, my father was dead.
"No, it cant be true. It just can;t be." I fumbled for my words as tears stung my eyes.
"Who are you?" Emma questioned.
"I'm Sam, Samuel James Yorke." Her face went out into shock realizing who I was. I was the son of Liberty Van Zandt and James Tiberius Yorke. I was on a mission to find my parents and I guess I found one of them.