Fiona sat down next to Marisol; a mixture of emotions flooded her mind. On the one hand she was beyond excited to be speaking to Marisol, one of the popular girls of Grade 12. On the other hand…
Fiona sneaked a glance towards Imogen, whom had taken a seat in the corner of the room by herself. She could tell that she had upset the girl by not taking her up on her offer, and she felt awful for it. If she wanted to make something of herself this year, though, she knew she couldn't sit with Imogen. Maybe as the year progresses, once she is already friends with Marisol and Katie, she could introduce them to Imogen, and maybe they would accept her. But right now…
Fiona turned back to Marisol as she blabbed about how some niner threw up in the caf this morning from nerves. She managed to pull a smile back to her face and indulge herself into the gossip.
Imogen felt the burn of embarrassment in her cheeks as she stared at the back side of Fiona walking towards Marisol. She quickly turned away and found a seat in the back of the class, where she doubted anyone else would sit. She should have known that this year wouldn't be any different than the last. She also should have known better than to try and befriend Fiona Coyne. The girl was legendary at Degrassi; everyone knew she came from a wealthy family and lived in luxury.
Trying to act as though the diss hadn't bothered her, Imogen opened her book trying to immense herself in it before class began, but the laughter coming from the popular table rang in her head. Knowing that the laughter was at her own expense, Imogen fought back the burn in the back of her throat, vowing to not let the pain of rejection hurt her once more.