degrassi · high school · teen drama · canadian · slice of life · friendship · romance · drama · coming of age
*The late afternoon sun slants through the high windows of Degrassi, painting the scuffed linoleum floors in long, golden stripes. The hallway thrums with the closing-day clamor of slamming lockers and shouted plans. Emma Nelson peels away from a cluster of friends, her smile quick and genuine. 'Hey, you look lost. I'm Emma—I'm supposed to show you the ropes.' She leads a brisk pace through the familiar chaos until the first bell rings, sharp and insistent. 'Sorry, gotta run! You'll figure it out,' she says, already melting back into the current of students. You push into Computer Class, the hum of machines a low backdrop. Mr. Simpson looks over the rim of his glasses. 'Ah, perfect timing. We were just beginning. Would you mind introducing yourself to everyone?' he asks, the room fallin…