Degrassi Season 16
"Fight Like A Girl" Episode 8
"Interested in running for class president?" Lacey's voice rang from the intercom. "Sign up sheets are in the front lobby. The deadline to sign up is three o'clock this afternoon. Come sign up!" Kitty runs through the lobby, smiling, and play tackling Scotty from behind. Scotty is caught off guard but laughs when he realizes it's Kitty.
"What are you doing?" Scotty laughed.
"You're signing up to run for class president, right?" Kitty smiled.
"I don't know, Kitty," Scotty said. "It seems like a lot of work. Besides, I don't think I'd be a good face to represent the school."
"You mean Scotty wouldn't, but Lindsay would," Kitty smiled impishly. Scotty stops in the hallway. Kitty turns to him.
"I couldn't do that," Scotty said. "I'm already in deep crap with my mum. If she found out that I was running for class president as Lindsay, she would flip. She'd pull me out of Degrassi, and I would end up in another alternative school. Besides, no one wants a tranny running student council, especially the P.T.A."
"Ugh, when are you going to stop living for other people?" Kitty groaned.
"It's not that easy, Kitty," Scotty said.
"Yes, it is," Kitty said. "Lindsay would make a great president. You could prove to everyone that Degrassi is about diversity and tolerance. And forget what your mum says. Are you happier as Scotty or Lindsay?" Scotty pauses and looks at the sign up sheet for the election. He looks back at Kitty.
"I'm happier as Lindsay," Scotty smiled. "You're right. I'm gonna do it!" Kitty squeals in excitement as Scotty walks over to the sign up sheet. He smiles as he signs his name as Lindsay. Scotty smiles in confidence as the theme begins to play.
*Enter Theme Music*
SCENE 1
Milo walks into the greenhouse to see Miles stacking bags of mulch. Milo looks at him confused as he approaches Miles.
"What are you doing?" Milo asked. Miles looks at him as he puts the last bag down on top of the pile.
"I, uh, got you some more mulch," Miles panted. "I figured you could use it." Milo sets his bag down on his work bench and glares at Miles.
"What are you doing?" Milo asked again. "Esme told you to stay away from me."
"Yeah, well, Esme's not my boss," Miles sighed. "I'm my own person and I can be friends with whoever I want."
"You do realize that she's going to be furious when she finds out you're talking to me," Milo pointed out.
"Then maybe she isn't someone I should be in a relationship with," Miles argued. "Why can't we just be friends? Why is that so hard for you? It's like you're using Esme as an excuse to push me away."
"Well, you pushed me away!" Milo yelled.
"So, what, you're trying to get back at me?" Miles barked back.
"I'm trying to protect myself!" Milo exclaimed. Miles stares at him, slightly panting. "I'm scared of getting close to you again, just to end up being hurt. You scare me, Miles. One minute we're fine, and the next, you're ditching me. Then the cycle repeats itself. You're so hot and cold, and I can't do it anymore." Miles shakes his head and gets closer to Milo.
"I'm messed up right now, Milo," Miles started. "I don't want to get too serious until I know what I really want. I don't know if I want to be your boyfriend just yet, but I do know that I want to be your friend. Please, can we try to be friends?" Milo looks away.
"I think you should go," he said. Miles looks at him in sadness. Milo says nothing. Miles sighs and leaves Milo alone in the greenhouse.
SCENE 2
Hannah is working on a mannequin in the fashion club room. She's smiling and humming happily to herself. Henri walks in, eying Hannah working on her design. Henri gives a confused smile.
"What is that?" Henri chuckled. Hannah huffs and rolls her eyes.
"It's couture, you wouldn't understand," Hannah replied, sticking her nose in the air.
"Sewing gray fabric into a pilgrims outfit is couture?" Henri asked.
"Like I said, you wouldn't understand," Hannah scoffed. Olivia walks into the room, and eyes Hannah's design up and down. She turns her head away and snickers. Hannah looks up at Olivia and glares at her. "What? Do you have something to say?"
"Nope," Olivia grinned, setting her bag down on the desk. "It's just, I didn't think your design color would match your personality."
"Oh, and what color would that be?" Hannah growled.
"Dull," Olivia smirked as she strutted over to the fabric table.
"Well, at least my design isn't green," Hannah snarled.
"Oh, no, I'm not an envious person," Olivia boasted.
"I was talking about the snot hanging from your attitude," Hannah rebutted.
"Damn, burn!" Henri laughed in excitement. "You need some ice?" Hannah glares at her.
"Don't help," Hannah commanded. Henri put her hands up and lowered her head. Olivia smiled and shook her head. She turned back to the fabric table.
"Some times I wonder why you even try," Olivia said over her shoulder. "You really don't have an eye for fashion, and you certainly don't design high fashion."
"Oh, and who do you model your designs after?" Hannah growled. "Dr. Seuss?" Olivia whirls around and glares at Hannah. Hannah grins back in accomplishment. Olivia gets up and walks over to Hannah. Olivia slams her hands down on Hannah's desk.
"I have been to thirty two Fashion weeks, including New York, Paris, and Milan," Olivia snarled. "I personally know several of the world's greatest designers including Versace, and I have modeled for the world's top photographers. And what are your qualifications?" Hannah doesn't say anything. "I believe I have more of a grip on the fashion industry than some lower middle class thrifter, but nice try though." Olivia gives her a condescending smile and struts back to the fabric table. Hannah sits in silence for a moment. Henri slowly approaches her sister.
"Hannah?" Henri called. Hannah gets up grabbing her bag and storms out of the room. Henri glares back at Olivia. "You're such a bitch." Olivia turns to Henri only to see her chase after Hannah.
SCENE 3
Scotty is looking at himself in the mirror in Kitty's bedroom, holding up different blouses. He smiles softly at himself holding up a light pink blouse as Kitty comes back into her bedroom. "I know we're suppose to be working on campaign stuff, which we'll get to," Kitty said, opening her bedroom with a box in her other hand. "But, I forgot I had all of this stuff stored away and I realized I never used it." Kitty looks at Scotty admiring himself. "Aw, Lindsay, that blouse makes you look beautiful."
"You think so?" Scotty asked still admiring himself.
"Of course," Kitty smiled.
"Hey, wait, you called me Lindsay," Scotty said turning to Kitty.
"Well, yeah, that's your name," Kitty said. "If you don't want me to, I won't call you that anymore."
"No, no, it's not that," Scotty smiled. "It felt right. It felt good hearing you call me that. Like, that's how it's suppose to be." Scotty turns back to the mirror. "I feel like I'm free." Kitty stands behind Scotty in the mirror.
"From this day forward, you will be known as Lindsay," Kitty smiled. "And you can keep the blouse and the box of clothes that I've never worn." Scotty turns to her.
"I can't accept all of this," Scotty said.
"It's no big deal," Kitty said. "It's just some clothes that I've received as gifts from relatives over the past couple of years, it's no biggie."
"No, it's not that," Scotty said. "It's my mum. If she sees all of these clothes, she's going to get angry. My mum can't know, she can't find out. Not yet anyways."
"What would happen if she found out?" Kitty asked.
"She'd make me throw them all away, and then she would make me transfer to a different school," Scotty explained.
"It'll be okay," Kitty said. "You can come here and change every morning. We'll keep your clothes here until we can figure out a way to get your mum to understand."
"I can't let you do that," Scotty said. "It'll annoy your mum, and I'm sure you'll get tired of having to get up early every morning."
"Nonsense," Kitty smiled. "Mum will understand, and if I have to get up a little earlier to help a friend, then it's worth it." Scotty blushes.
"You'd do that for me?" he asked. Kitty puts her hand on his shoulder.
"I'd do that for Lindsay," Kitty smiled. Lindsay smiled and blushed.
"Okay, we better get started on these campaign posters," Lindsay smiled. "Lindsay is going to wipe the floor with these competing candidates."
SCENE 4
Miles is at his locker, getting his things ready for the day. He looks somber and depressed, yet focused. Esme comes up behind and playfully slides her hand across the back of his neck.
"Hey, cutie, where were you yesterday?" Esme asked smiling. "I missed you."
"Sorry, I just had a lot to do yesterday," Miles said somberly, not making eye contact.
"Well, you weren't with Milo, were you?" Esme asked sternly.
"That's actually something that I've been meaning to talk to you about," Miles sighed, closing his locker. "Look, I know that Milo is my ex-boyfriend, but he's still my friend, and he's a good guy. And it's my fault that we're in this mess to begin with."
"Wait, did you just call our relationship a mistake?" Esme asked offended.
"What?" Miles asked. "No. That's not what I meant."
"So then what did you mean?" Esme snarled, folding her arms across her chest.
"I meant, he's my friend, and if I want to talk to him, I'm going to talk to him, and you can't stop me," Miles demanded.
"Okay," Esme said calmly.
"What?" Miles asked confused. "You're okay with this? But you said you didn't want me talking to him because we're in a new relationship."
"Yeah, well, that was then and this is now," Esme smiled. Miles looks at her still confused. Esme leans in and whispered softly in his ear. "Milo's got nothing that I can't give you." She kisses his cheeked and walks away. Miles watches her walk down the hallway, still confused.
SCENE 5
Sophie enters the Fashion Club room, and walks to the desk at the front of the room. She smiles looking over the room and clears her throat. The club members all turn to her and slowly begin to quiet down.
"Thank you," she smiled. "Now, as you know, I have been working with the student council to arrange for us to put on our very own fashion show and I am so excited to announce that student council and Principal Simpson have approved for us put on our very own show the week before prom." The whole room applauds. "So that means we all need to get busy and I'll be leaving a sign up sheet on the board for everyone to sign up. You can enter up to two designs." Olivia raises her hand. "Yes, Olivia."
"Are we allowed to enter rags as a design?" Olivia asked grinning at Hannah. Hannah rolls her eyes.
"Um, if it's necessary to your design, then sure," Sophie replied confused. Olivia turns to Hannah.
"Good news, Hannah, you can feature your designs in the school fashion show after all," Olivia smiled vindictively. Hannah turns to Sophie.
"But I'm sure trash and garbage bags are frowned upon the run way, right?" Hannah asked.
"Generally," Sophie replied, still confused. Hannah smirks back at Olivia.
"Too bad, Liv," Hannah chuckled. "Try again next year." Olivia rolls her eyes and scoffs.
"Uh, ladies, let's keep this professional," Sophie suggested.
"Please, you wouldn't know fashion if it bit you on the nose," Olivia fired back at Hannah, ignoring Sophie.
"Girls," Sophie said.
"Just because you can turn an accordion into a dress, doesn't make you a fashion expert," Hannah barked.
"Girls," Sophie continued.
"It's called pleaded," Olivia roared, still ignoring Sophie. Sophie slams a book down on the table.
"Girls!" she exclaimed. Hannah and Olivia turn to her. "If you can't keep this civilized, I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Hannah and Olivia glare at each other. Sophie starts to walk over to them. "Fashion club is about having fun, and expressing ourselves through our own creativity." Sophie puts her arms around both of them. "It's not a blood sport, okay?" Hannah and Olivia nod, rolling their eyes. Sophie smiles and walks back to the front of the class. Olivia and Hannah glare at each other.
The scene cuts to Henri and Hunter standing the hallway talking. Hannah storms up to them.
"I hate her!" Hannah yelled, pushing her way through Henri and Hunter. Henri and Hunter look at each other in confusion, and quickly follow behind Hannah.
"What are you talking about?" Henri asked, finally catching up to her. Hannah stops and whirls around.
"Olivia, I hate her!" Hannah exclaimed. "She thinks she knows everything about everything."
"Olivia?" Hunter asked. "As in Olivia Spicewood?"
"That's the crow," Hannah growled. Hunter snickers. Henri playfully nudges him.
"It's not funny, Hunter," Henri whined.
"Yeah, it is," Hunter smiled. "Well, at least to me. I've known the Spicewoods practically all of my life. Olivia does this all of the time. She's always got to be the center of attention and if she's not, she'll do whatever it takes to get there."
"Like what?" Hannah asked.
"Whenever she sees competition, she's always gotta tear that person down," Hunter explained.
"That explains why she was ragging on your design," Henri concluded.
"Yeah, but everyone shows a little jealousy now and then," Hannah stated.
"Trust me, this is not a little jealousy," Hunter grinned. "One year, Frankie got this incredible dress up wardrobe as a birthday gift one year, and at her party, all of the other girls were gushing over the set and Frankie had all the attention and Olivia couldn't stand it, so she stuck her hands in finger paint and wiped her hands all over the dress up clothes. I'm telling you, Olivia has to be the best at everything. If she's not, she freaks out."
"Great, so now I have to deal with someone who could potentially destroy my designs if she doesn't get her way," Hannah sighed.
"But, look on the bright side, at least you know your designs are good," Henri smiled. "She wouldn't be dissing your designs if she didn't feel threatened by them." Hunter nodded in agreement.
"I guess that's true," Hannah said. Henri put her arm around her sister.
"If she messes with you again, I got your back," Henri smiled.
SCENE 6
Kitty and Lindsay are handing out campaign fliers in the front lobby. Lindsay is wearing a blouse and skinny jeans that were giving to her by Kitty. She had her face made up with the make that belonged to Kitty's mother, and her hair was given a touch of femininity by hair bow burette.
"Vote Lindsay for Class President," Kitty smiled as she passed out fliers. "Vote Lindsay for next year's Class President, you won't be sorry." Winston walks by and Kitty shoves a flier in his face. "Vote Lindsay for Class President." Winston rips Kitty's hand off of his face.
"Who is Lindsay and why am I voting for her?" Winston asked looking at the flier. Lindsay walks over to introduce herself.
"I'm Lindsay," she smiled to Winston. Winston looks at her confused.
"You're Lindsay?" Winston asked in shock. "But you're a dude." Lindsay looks down and bites her lip in offense. Kitty nudges Winston aggressively, prompting him to turn and face her.
"Ow, that hurt," Winston moaned.
"She's trans you dumb nut," Kitty corrected.
"Okay, sorry, I didn't know," Winston said.
"Do your glasses need to be fixed?" Lindsay growled.
"What?" Winston asked. "No, it was an honest mistake. And besides, you can't expect people to vote for you if you don't even have a platform."
"Um, her platform is diversity and acceptance," Kitty corrected.
"Oh yeah, because that's really on the top of the list for the student body," Winston said sarcastically. "They don't care about diversity and acceptance. They care about dances and sports funding. And honestly, they're not gonna vote for some guy in a dress." Tears started welling up in Lindsay's eyes. She threw her fliers on the ground and ran down the hallway. Kitty threw her stack of fliers into Winston's arms.
"Pass these out," she commanded as she raced after Lindsay. Winston looked around the lobby awkwardly.
The scene cuts to Lindsay in the girl's washroom, leaning over the sink and crying. She looks at herself in the mirror and pulls the burette out of her hair and uses her sleeve to wipe off her make up. The make up smears across her face, leaving a wet display of colors. Kitty enters the washroom sheepishly. She slowly makes her way over to Lindsay who is still staring at herself in the mirror. Kitty stands behind her.
"He's right," Lindsay said, not taking her eyes off her reflection. "I'm just some guy in a dress." She paused. "I'm so stupid." Kitty leaned over and grabbed some paper towels and wetted them in the sink.
"You're not stupid," Kitty smiled as she started to clean up Lindsay's face. "You're just trying to find your way in a body you weren't meant to be in."
"But no one is going to vote for me," Lindsay cried.
"Maybe, and maybe not," Kitty smiled still cleaning off her face. "But you never know until you try. And even if you don't get to be class president, one, you can try again next year, and two, you made a big step in being your true self." Lindsay smiled weakly into the mirror. "Not everyone is going to get you, and not everyone is going to get me, or get each other, but that's okay. You don't owe anyone an explanation. You owe yourself a chance to feel free." Lindsay wipes her eyes and turns to face Kitty.
"You really think I can do it?" Lindsay asked. Kitty smiled from ear to ear.
"I know you can," Kitty said.
"Thanks," Lindsay smiled. "But what am I gonna do about my face? It's a mess."
"I know someone who could help," Kitty grinned.
SCENE 7
Milo is sitting outside of the school, at a picnic table across the street. Miles comes over, cheerfully, and sits down beside him.
"Hey, how's it going?" Miles asked smiling. Milo gave an annoyed look from the corner of his eye.
"It's not going to be going if Esme catches you talking to me," Milo grumbled turning to him. "I thought we went over this."
"Yeah, well, I told Esme that you and I are friends, and if she didn't like that then she could leave and she was fine with that," Miles explained.
"What even makes you think that I want to be your friend anyways?" Milo asked. Miles looks at him in confusion. "You dumped me out of nowhere for some girl you just met because you're mad that your parents are trying to get back together. You know, I don't even know why I'm still talking to you." Milo starts to get up but Miles stops him. "Let go of me, Miles!"
"Not until we work this out," Miles begged. "Please, just listen to me." Milo stops struggling and glares at him. "You don't know the kind of pressure that I'm feeling. When my dad's around I can't breathe, and the only person who seems to believe that he's not a good guy other than me, is Esme."
"Because he's not, Miles!" Milo exclaimed. "Yes, he's done things in the past that were horrible, but if he's trying to turn things around, give him a chance. If he ruins it, then you go back to hating him and I'll believe you."
"You just don't get it," Miles said aggressively. "I can't do that! I feel like I can't breathe and Esme..." Miles trails off and pauses, leaving Milo in suspense. "She makes me feel good." Milo turns his head in disgust.
"I'm not listening to this," Milo said starting to leave. Miles reached for him again as a bag of pills fell out of his pocket. Milo looked down at the bag and watched Miles frantically pick up the bag in confusion. "Miles, what is that?"
"It's, uh, it's nothing," Miles said putting the bag back into his pocket.
"Did your therapist put you on medication?" Milo continued to ask.
"Um, yeah, something like that," Miles replied. Milo looked at Miles still confused. "So are we cool? Can we move past this and try to be friends?"
"Yeah, sure," Milo replied still questioning silently what was in Miles' pocket.
"Great," Miles smiled giving Milo a hug. Milo half hugged back. "I gotta go. I told Esme I would pick her up before the party tonight and I'm running late. I'll see you later." Miles rushes off. Milo watches Miles with a puzzled look on his face.
SCENE 8
Kitty is walking through the lobby at the end of the school day looking for Lindsay. She finds her sitting on the steps of the mini stage in the lobby. She smiles and sits down next to Lindsay.
"Hey, future student council president," Kitty smiled.
"Hey, don't count on me being the next president," Lindsay glumly. "I didn't win."
"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie," Kitty pouted.
"It's okay," Lindsay said. "Goldi will make a better president than me. She's actually committed to it. I'll just try again next year."
"Well, we can start planning our next move," Kitty smiled. "How about starting with a movie night tonight with me and Milo?"
"That sounds perfect," Lindsay smiled. She pulls out the burette from her hair.
"Oh, don't tell me you're gonna go back to being Scotty," Kitty pouted. "You worked so hard to be yourself. Don't let this campaign ruin that." Lindsay reaches into her bag and pulls out a blonde wig. She puts on the wig and then the burette. She smiles at Kitty.
"Fat chance at the country buffet," Lindsay giggled. "I worked so hard to get here, I'm not turning back now." Kitty smiles as she starts to tear up. "I'm embracing 'Lindsay.' She's who I am." Kitty giggles and hugs Lindsay.
"I'm so proud of you," Kitty boasted.
"Well, I couldn't have done it without you," Lindsay giggled. "Thank you." They smile at each other.
SCENE 9
Hannah and Henri are walking in the hallway after school. They're passing by the fashion club room.
"Hold on, I gotta grab my fabric from the fashion club room," Hannah called to her sister as they passed the classroom.
"Hurry, Mum is waiting for us," Henri called as she waits outside of the classroom. Henri looks around fidgeting as she hears Hannah scream from inside the classroom. Henri turns to the classroom panicked and rushes inside. She enters to find Hannah standing over her trashed mannequin. Her design is ripped to shreds. "What happened?"
"That bitch ruined my project!" Hannah exclaimed, shocked and starting to become enraged. She stares at her design. Henri rushes to her sister's side. "Hunter was right." Henri looks over to see a pair of scissors sitting on the table. She grabs the scissors and rushes over to Olivia's design. She starts frantically cutting up the project. "What are you doing?"
"Giving that bitch a taste of her own medicine," Henri growled. Hannah grabs a pair of scissors from Sophie's desk and rushes over to help her sister cut up the design as "Problem" by Natalia Kills starts playing in the background. They cut up the design so that it's unrecognizable. They stand over their revenge. "Rule number one, don't leave your weapon of choice lying around for your enemy to use."
"If she wants a war, she's got one," Hannah snarled.
"That girl is a problem, girl is a problem, girl problem, problem, goddamn problem."
END EPISODE
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