(Authors note: first fan fiction, please review. I do not own Degrassi, or any of these characters.)
(Clare's pov)
There was a crash down stairs. I sighed 'more broken glass I have to clean.'
I'm what you call a selective mute. I choose not to talk. I have been this way for about two years now. My life was great up and tell two years ago. My sister died, and then everything went down hill. My parents can't even have a civil argument without breaking something. When my sister died I kind of died with her. So since she was dead and I was alive I thought it wasn't fair. I gave her the only thing I could without killing my self. I gave her my voice. I don't worry about communicating with anyone because with my friend Ali I don't really have to talk. A simple head nod or a shake of my head will do. My other friend Adam understands my situation. We are the two misfits.
When the screaming stopped I went down stairs and started cleaning up the mess. After I was done I noticed there was two notes on the counter. One was from my mom, and the other was from my dad. The one from my mom said:
Be back whenever… if you need money use your card I put 500 in yesterday.
Helen
I rolled my eyes. I'm used to my mom's business like behavior. I read my dad's:
Dear, Clare bear
I went to a hotel. I'm sorry that I left without telling you in person, but you know how your mother can be. I should be back in about three weeks. If not, then no later than four weeks. I put 1,000 in your card and your mother put 500 so there should be $5,800* in there. I am very sorry and I love you.
Love, dad
Did I ever mention my dad was my favorite parent? I sighed. I walked upstairs an fell asleep, wishing that Darcy never went on that plane ride to Kenya…
(Eli's p.o.v.)
I unlocked and slowly opened my room door. I cringed when I saw Julia sitting there.
"Hey Elijah," she purred.
"Who let you in?" I asked.
"You gave me the key remember?" she said with a 'duh' look on her face… or maybe it was just her face. I don't know.
"Oh, can I see it real quick?" I smirked.
" Sure," 'she is so stupid' I thought
" Ok thanks now get out," I said while pushing her out the door. I closed it and locked it; I seriously have to talk to my mom and dad about letting that physco, creepy, stalker girl.
I sighed and lay down. I drifted to sleep with my clothes on thinking about my first day in 10th grade at Degrassi…
5,800 was just a random number. (Authors note: I hoped you like it please review. I made Eli be in tenth grade, I hope you don't mind. In this story Eli is not a hoarder and Julia is not dead. Please review. I would really appreciate it.)
(Clare's pov)
There was a crash down stairs. I sighed 'more broken glass I have to clean.'
I'm what you call a selective mute. I choose not to talk. I have been this way for about two years now. My life was great up and tell two years ago. My sister died, and then everything went down hill. My parents can't even have a civil argument without breaking something. When my sister died I kind of died with her. So since she was dead and I was alive I thought it wasn't fair. I gave her the only thing I could without killing my self. I gave her my voice. I don't worry about communicating with anyone because with my friend Ali I don't really have to talk. A simple head nod or a shake of my head will do. My other friend Adam understands my situation. We are the two misfits.
When the screaming stopped I went down stairs and started cleaning up the mess. After I was done I noticed there was two notes on the counter. One was from my mom, and the other was from my dad. The one from my mom said:
Be back whenever… if you need money use your card I put 500 in yesterday.
Helen
I rolled my eyes. I'm used to my mom's business like behavior. I read my dad's:
Dear, Clare bear
I went to a hotel. I'm sorry that I left without telling you in person, but you know how your mother can be. I should be back in about three weeks. If not, then no later than four weeks. I put 1,000 in your card and your mother put 500 so there should be $5,800* in there. I am very sorry and I love you.
Love, dad
Did I ever mention my dad was my favorite parent? I sighed. I walked upstairs an fell asleep, wishing that Darcy never went on that plane ride to Kenya…
(Eli's p.o.v.)
I unlocked and slowly opened my room door. I cringed when I saw Julia sitting there.
"Hey Elijah," she purred.
"Who let you in?" I asked.
"You gave me the key remember?" she said with a 'duh' look on her face… or maybe it was just her face. I don't know.
"Oh, can I see it real quick?" I smirked.
" Sure," 'she is so stupid' I thought
" Ok thanks now get out," I said while pushing her out the door. I closed it and locked it; I seriously have to talk to my mom and dad about letting that physco, creepy, stalker girl.
I sighed and lay down. I drifted to sleep with my clothes on thinking about my first day in 10th grade at Degrassi…
5,800 was just a random number. (Authors note: I hoped you like it please review. I made Eli be in tenth grade, I hope you don't mind. In this story Eli is not a hoarder and Julia is not dead. Please review. I would really appreciate it.)