This is an idea that I’ve been toying with for a long time. I don’t know how good it is; I’ll let you be the judge of that.

I don’t own Degrassi or any of its affiliates. Basically I don’t own anything. This isn’t even my computer I’m writing on. Deal with it.

And there she was, sitting quietly on our couch watching Spongebob Squarepants on a TV without color or sound and with a pair of “rabbit ears.” She didn’t care; she had never watched a color TV. Maybe when she got older she would do something with her life. Something worth while, like finding a cure for cancer, but we have the Nunez curse.

Well the curse was somewhat broken, maybe she has a chance. I wasn’t a drunk and I didn’t get pregnant until I was out of high school. I also graduated. Sadly enough all of my college plans, which I wasn’t very enthusiastic about, were ruined. Paige went to Banting and I stayed in Degrassi alone in a dinky apartment which carried the stench of sour milk. I swear it was absorbed in the walls.

“Momma, how do Patrick and Spongebob have a baby?”

“Well, sometimes when two people love each other the stork comes and gives them a baby.”

“Who did you love then?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Alex come on, just once. You won’t feel a thing. I’ll give you some of this.” He held up a bag full of something. I didn’t care what it was. I just wanted to “not feel a thing.”

“Okay.” I slurred.

“Just take this real quick.” He handed her the bag.

I slammed the whole bag down and he let out a sadistic laugh. “Slow down, tiger, before you hurt yourself.”

“Maybe that’s what I want.” He raised an eyebrow and pushed me down.

“Really?” He made his way on top of me.

”No, get off.”

“Why would I do that?”

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- The Calendar Girl