I DO NOT OWN ANY DEGRASSI: TNG CHARACTERS
As he sat on his bed, alone in his room, Craig starred out his window in fixation. Watching the kids across the street play with chalk and what not. He thought to himself. "Keep playing. Keep laughing. It will eventually end. You will stop laughing. It gets taken away. Everything gets taken away. Everything…" Flashbacks of his abusive father, his gothic girlfriend, his slutty girlfriend, and the baby she aborted ran through his mind like a marathon runner. Silent tears pooled in his eyes, ran down his cheeks, and dropped off from his chin onto the floor. Pulling at his hair he screamed in frustraion. "EVERYTHING GETS TAKEN AWAY!!!!" He kicked his night stand as hard as he could, and the lamp fell to the floor, shattering. And he suddenly realized that is how he felt. Like he had been kicked and then shattered. After realizing the mess and noise he made, he was thankful Joey wasn't home. He had taken Angela to the park about ten minutes ago. They wouldn't be back for awhile. He cleaned up his mess while thinking of an eexcuse for the lamp being broken. Speaking aloud, like he usually did, "I'll tell Joey I slipped and fell. Easy." After cleaning up, he looked at the clock, 8:30. He had school tomorrow. And he was tired. Nothing wrong with going to bed early. It would leave him alone to his thoughts. As he began to fall asleep, he heard Joey and Angie come home…
In his dreams, Craig was being chased. By guilt. And anger. Saddness. Depression. They had no form, but they were there. Right behind him. The closer they got, the more he could feel it. The more he felt like dying instead of dealing with these emotions that could destroy him. A loud noise began chasing him too. It wouldn't go away…as he drifted awsay from sleep, he realized. It was his…alarm. 6:30 on the nose. He smacked the snooze button and reluctantly arose from his bed. Quickly hoping in and out the shower, he skipped breakfast, because he felt so sick from his dream, and decided to walk to school.
Arriving at school, he saw Spinner and Marco sitting on the steps. Spin, as usual, eating. It Didn't look like eating though. It was too…disgusting to call it that. Craig shook his head and sat down with his friends.
"Hey, man." Spinner said with a mouthful of bean burrito.
"…eh? Right, hey."
Marco caught that hesitation. "Something on your mind man?"
Spinner paide no attention as the two carried on their conversation. He didn't even notice when they went inside.
"C'mon Craig. You're lying."
"Marco, I'm fine. Really. Just not a lot of sleep, okay?"
The bell rang and the two friends departed to separate homerooms. Craig's homeroom teacher was Mr. Simpson, the Media Immersion teacher. As he sat down next to Jimmy, he didn't really notice anything. Until, that is, Mr. Simpson decided to interuppt Craig's thought.
"Excuse me, class! Attention. We have a new student here. Why don't you introduce yourself?"
The girl seemed a bit disinclined to speak in front of class, but she knew better than to argue with a teacher.
"My name is Michelle. Michelle McCarthy."
Mr. Sumpson looked pleased.
"Well Michelle, on behalf of all of Degrassi, welcome, and I hope you enjoy it here. Now, class, anybody have an open seat next to them?"
About a dozen students raised their hands.
"Anyone of you willing to show Michelle around?"
11 people put their hands down, leaving only one.
"Ah, Ellie! Thanks, I'm sure she will get it down with help from you."
As the new girl went to find her seat by Ellie, she could feel everyone looking at her. She could also feel guys…checking her out. Which made her uncomfortable. Craig, being one of these guys. In his mind, he decided she was very pretty, close to gorgeous. Blonde hair, length of Ashley's (painful comparision). She was also quite tall. He would guess 5'8, or even 5'9. She had a uniquie style. Kind of rocker-like, but also mixed in was a bit of prep. He determined this by the fact that she did have a stripped polo shirt on, but was sporting torn jeans and, his favorite, Chuck Taylor All-Star Shoes. As she sat down next to Ellie, he leaned over to Jimmy to tell him what he thought.
"So, Jimmy. Thought's on uh…miss Michelle?"
"Dude, I have a girlfriend. But…(with a grin) she is fine."
"Exactly what I thought."
When Michelle was situated, Ellie introduced herself.
"I'm Ellie Nash."
With a smile, Michelle replied, "Michelle McCarthy."
"So, Michelle, where did you move from?"
"Wow. Whole new country, huh?"
"Yeah. Kinda weird. And kind of not."
"Well, I'd ask you to eat lunch with me, but I have to leave that hour for my Co-op."
The bell rang and homeroom was over. Ellie lead Michelle to her locker, gave her directions to her next class, and then left. As Michelle started pulling out a notebook for her next class, she saw a boy with fluffy dark hair pull her locker all the way open. She raised her eyebrow to his goofy smile.
"Hi! I'm Craig. Sorry for ease dropping, but I heard Ellie giving you directions to your next class. Miss Kwan's English, right?"
"..right.." Michelle wasn't sure where he was going with this.
"Well, it so happens that I have that class next. Let me walk you?"
She was a bit uneasy, but the boy seemed nice, so, what the hell, right? They continued a conversation right into Miss Kwan's class.
"So yeah, I just moved here from the States."
Michelle looked around as she entered the classroom. She had no clue where to sit, and she was so terrified of sitting in the wrong seat, she froze. Craig saw she was a little disturbed. He touched her arm to get her attention.
"We can sit where ever we want. I was new a few years ago. If you don't want to shuffle around looking for a seat, you can come sit by me."
Michelle nodded and followed the cute boy called Craig, sitting in the seat next to him.
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