Young MCR comes to Degrassi
A.N: Ok, I don't like how I did that other format. So I'm not making it script like anymore. Now it's like an actual story.
In the girls bathroom
"What the hell did I do to myself? How did this happen! I can't believe it! I just can't!" Liberty said, in the privacy of the bathroom stall. She rubbed her eyes violently, trying to prevent any tears from escaping.
"Liberty, is that you?" A familiar voice said from the other side of the stall door.
"Emma? I can't deal with this right now..." Liberty whispered to herself.
"Liberty! I know you're in there, you can't hide it. I could hear you crying from a mile away. Now tell me what's wrong."
"Can you please go away?" Liberty said calmly, but the restrained anger was apparent in her voice.
"Not until you tell me what's wrong. I'll stand out here all day if I have to." Emma responded defiantly.
"Fine but don't tell anyone. I swear. Not a single soul. Well, here goes, JT, well, he broke up with me. I don't want anyone to know. I'm already too much of a loser. I can trust you not to tell the whole school, right Emma?" She sounded congested, her voice was dry and raspy, almost as though it pained her to talk.
"Of course I won't Liberty, you know that. I didn't know that was it, its just, you haven't been yourself lately. I thought you might have gotten pregnant or something you've been acting so moody."
There was an awkward silence in the air, then Liberty gave out a raspy cough.
"Can you please leave me alone now, I don't feel so well."
The sound of her hurling rang throughout the bathroom.
"Are you sure you're alright? You might have the stomach bug, I can tell the nurse if you want me ---"
"NO! I mean, um, just go. Please." Liberty interrupted quickly.
"Whatever you say, Liberty. Just make sure you tell the nurse soon if it doesn't get better."
"Emma!" Liberty screamed angrily, as another round of puke entered.
"Fine, I'll leave!"
As soon as she heard the door shut, she took the object that was placed on top of the toilet paper. On the right end, a faint pink + sign was displayed.
Homeroom the next day
"Now class, I'd like you to welcome our new students. Would you like to introduce yourselves?" Mr. Simpson stepped back and gestured them towards his desk. The cleared their throats and started mumbling to themselves what seemed like complete gibberish.
"My name is Frank Iero," a scrawny, awkward looking kid said. Bones stuck out on his hands, which was about the only skin visible besides the bottom half of his face. "Uh.. do I have to say anything else Mr..." he stammered, and the tallest boy whispered in his ear. "Uh Mr. Simpson."