Chapter 1
Disclaimer, I do not own Degrassi
I wasn’t the prettiest of the bunch.
I wasn’t the popular girl.
But it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t like me.
I’m just like everybody else.
The same little kindergardener trying to fit in with the cool kids.
Just hang out in the sandbox, with some friends.
But of course, there’s something about me.
That you don’t like.
You may not like me because of my looks.
My wild and curly brown hair.
These big rimmed glasses that frame my face.
My baby like cheeks.
These terrible icy blue eyes.
And most of all.
My goody-two shoes personality.
Everybody hates it.
They hate that I’m the one to squeal when someone does something wrong.
Or, I’m the honest one who just can’t keep her mouth shut.
The person that just has to ruin it for everybody.
My moms blue Honda Civic pulls into my kindergarden school yard. I stare out the window enviously, seeing my classmates smiling. I’m the one who’ll be frowning all class. Not having one single friend there to talk to, I’ll just be sitting there while all the others laugh and play on the playground. I’ll be the one sitting in the corner with teacher, watching others instead of interacting.
I wish I could interact with them, but it’s just full on hate. Every time I try to get on the jungle gym, KC, the tallest and most popular guy in the class pushes me down. Then he and his other friends Drew, Adam, and Mark laugh at me calling me Ginger, or Goody-two shoes.
There was only one person who actually stood up for me. His name was Elijah, or Eli, what he liked to be called. He told them to back off and leave me alone, or he’d be in the back of his father’s car. I can’t remembered what he called it, but all I know is, I was grateful for what he had done.
When I went to thank him after his deed; he took off. I didn’t see him the next day, or the day after that. I just assumed he moved away, maybe his parents got new jobs and he had to move. Or, maybe he was just sick and couldn’t come to school, that’s got to be it.
“Clare-bear, we’re here.” My mom’s sweet voice interrupted my thoughts.
“Okay,” I said smiling slightly, then opening the car door letting myself out. My mom outstretched her hand for me to take, and I did so. “Mommy, do you ever think I’ll make friends here?” I asked looking up at her lovingly.
“Oh yes honey, all those kids are dying to be your friends. I mean who doesn’t love Clare Diane Edwards?” She asked.
A sound of rubber screeching against the road blasted into the air. It came from a far distance, so you could guess it was just another cool guy on a motorcycle. Driving down the road in his cool leather and shiny bike; watching people stare enviously at his coolness. Soon, the sound grew louder, and a large black car sped into our direction, with no intention on stopping.
My eyes widened seeing the big black car coming closer and closer to our direction. Then my short life flashed before my eyes. Blowing out my birthday candles in early august, playing with Darcy---my older sister---Pac-man game, and meeting Eli. The boy that I’ll never see again.
“Whoa...Is she dead?” A voice I didn’t recognize said.
“No way man, she looks alive to me” Another voice said.
“Clear-bear, please wake up.” My mom’s voice said, and my eyes opened.
A boy with dark brown hair and gorgeous green eyes loomed over me, along with a short haired boy with a beanie and blue eyes. They looked at me with confusion, wondering if I was truly alive; not some zombie. I furrowed my eyebrows at them noticing how close they were to my face, and I instantly turned bright red.
“H-h-hi” I stuttered, and the boys smiled getting from overtop of me. They each offered me a hand which I gladly took to help me up. “Um, what happened?” I asked rubbing my head which was throbbing.
“Well, Bullfrog thought he could drive with now hands, and you past out before he slammed on the brakes” The blue eyed boy piped up. “Yeah, our dad isn’t a smart one”
“We’re really sorry, anything we can do to repay you and your mother?” The green eyed boy said sincerely.
“It’s okay, I’m not hurt or anything” I said quietly, looking at him.
“Cool...wait a minute, aren’t you Clare? Like Clare Edwards.” He asked, his eyes instantly lighting up. I nodded in response, then I squinted my eyes. This boy does look familiar come to think of it. “Yeah, I remember you! KC and his goons were messing with you.”
I instantly remembered who this boy was. He was Elijah Goldsworthy, the Elijah Goldsworthy; the only boy that ever stood up for me. He remembers me, for me; not Ginger, or Miss. Goody-two shoes. How could I forget him?
“Eli, Adam, get back in the car!” A raspy voice shouted from inside the car.
With that being said, Eli wrapped his arms around me in a hug, then ran off to the car.
