Sup readers? :P
Okay, so i hope it's not too much of a dumb thing for me to keep updating every day... But i can't help it! My love fore Degrassi and writing altogether is too strong for me to sit around and wait a week for more readers to come haha...hope everyone's enjoying:)

Clare still lay wide awake when her alarm set for 6:45 had sounded. The guilt had kept her up all night. Her stomach had finally calmed itself, but her sadness remained the same as it did 7 hours ago. She had just laid there the whole night on her back, staring at the ceiling. Her internal conflict refusing to end.

But now it was time to get up. No more time for self-loathing and silly internal conflicts. The world would go on, and the day would start despite what Clare wanted. It was a cruel world. Time was always against everyone. And there was no way to stop that. Clare hated that.
And she hated that internal conflicts were not good enough excuses for sick days. Apparently they didn't "hinder anyone from getting things done". Clare begged to differ.

However, she begged to differ on alot of things lately. 'Normal' Clare was all about getting things done despite how suckish she was feeling. But lately, she'd just been having these days where she dreaded getting out of bed in the morning. She just felt like the world was against her and there was no way out.

She needed an escape. She was always searching for one and she knew it was out there. She just needed to find it and all would be well in Clare world. Writing used to be an escape for her, but that just didnt cut it anymore. Things were different now. The problems she needed an escape from were on a whole 'nother level than before. She needed a way out. Would she ever find one?
Maybe. She'd just need to wait and see.

But right now, what she really needed to do was get up out of bed (which would probably be kind of a hassle since she had been in the same position, thinking all night) and get her day started. So Clare slowly arose from her bed and stumbled off tiredly to take a quick shower. She then came back to her room, chose her uniform pants for the day and collared shirt. She didn't bother blow drying her hair, but instead towel dried it and left the rest to air dry. She honestly didn't have the patience or the time to care about her appearance today.

She looked at her phone and realizing how much time had past since she got up, Clare hurried down the stairs and grabbed an apple from a bowl on the kitchen counter. And with that, she was out the door.

The day started off as it always did. Clare had already been to 4 of her classes and it was now time for lunch. She stood on line awaiting her turn to grab a tray of pizza and some gross-looking vegetables that no one ate. Even the lunch ladies who were granted free food every day never touched that green mush the Board Of Education forced them to serve innocent teenagers.

Clare stood alone of the slow-moving line. Lost in thought, she mindlessly reached for her purity ring that she had a habit of fiddling with when she was bored. But this time she was having trouble finding it with her hands. She looked down at her bare finger and gasped. She began looking around frantically for it. On her clothes, on the floor around her. Until she heard a slightly familiar voice say,
"Looking for this?"

Clare turned around, startled, to find Drew holding out the silver item.

"oh, thank you", she said accepting the ring, "where did you find that?"

"i found it out in the hall, i thought it looked familiar. And then i remembered seeing you with it...you know...the other day-"

"Oh, yeah. Yeah..."

There was silence between the two. But not a very awkward one. Just more of a silence where they felt like they should be saying something, but just had no idea what.
Okay, so it was awkward. Their encounter in the football field definately wasn't breif. It may have even been kind of intimate. Both their emotions pouring out the way they did...
But they honestly just didnt know each other at all.

Clare, desparate to break the silence, finally broke it.

"Well, thanks", she said with a slight smile.

"No, problem. I'll see around", and with that he was gone.

Clare had to admit, she felt pretty dumb. I mean, there was nothing else she could have really said to him. But she just felt like she should have said...SOMETHING. Anything, even. Although she was pretty sure reminicing on the time they wept together over her dead best friend who was also his dead ex-girlfriend was out of the question.

Eh, whatever, she thought.
I don't go worrying over things like these anymore. I have bigger things on my plate...

The End...

of the chapter :P

I know, not very interesting yet, but i have so many ideas coming up.

And since this was so boring, i updated with a fourth chapter also :)
Reviews appreciated :)