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I don't know what happened. I was studying and then suddenly I'm staring

Dante's Inferno.

This could have been a lot worse.

Kevin, you are my firefighting residence assistant hero.

I'm not going to find any melted wax in the bottom of this trash can, am I?

Um, verboten candle?

No, of course not. My...

Computer, it must have spontaneously combusted.

Grab your stuff.

You can crash in the common room tonight.

You may have to live there for a while.

No.

I have got to do a 20 -page essay and an eighth take -home exam and do a million

chapter summaries before 5 o 'clock where I am a big, fat, flunking -out

failure. They always say everything looks better in the morning.

Well, that's only true if your entire world hasn't already gone supernova.

I just need a few more days. There was a teensy -weensy fire and a big family

emergency.

Alex?

Guess who just got her third bio A -plus in a row?

Heather Sinclair?

Ouch. Deserved.

Any chance a marketing guru can forgive a science geek for being an obnoxious

turkey? Are you actually apologizing?

I'm full of surprises.

I'm still kind of worried about your whole family dinner flame -out.

Apology accepted, and...

I could not be more fine, honestly.

That last minute is my middle name.

But enough about me.

Go celebrate your scholarness. Any A -plus plans?

Carla's meeting me at the dot tonight. Nothing special.

But she's paying. Well, congrats, hon. Send her my love, okay?

Later.

Professor Jane. Miss McHale took.

Finished already.

I gave you until five today.

Um...

Actually, you know how it is. Family weekend, parental drama, and a minor

room fire type incident. I was hoping for another very small extension. I just

wouldn't want to hand in less than my best. A fire?

Do you have the fire marshal's report?

No, but I have fulfilled everything as proof.

Believe me, I wouldn't make this up. I just thought that maybe under the

circumstances... I can't make last minute exceptions, Paige.

You understand that, I'm sure.

I guess I have to.

Hand in whatever you've got. I'll see you at five.

No excuses.

Impounded.

The $60 ,000 vehicle you snuck out of my garage has been impounded. I was on my

way home from feeding the homeless. Doing a good deed?

I don't care if you were curing the blind, okay?

A suspended license means no driving, period.

The probation officer says if you up the community service, they might reduce

the fine.

Okay, fine. I'll be an angel.

Well, you make sure that you are.

Here.

And Troy, if you can't control Peter on the weekends, then I will. Daphne, save

the principal routine for your delinquent son, okay?

Who's delinquent? How about the guy who bought his 16 -year -old son a $60 ,000

car? Guy, stop.

Who are you trying to impress?

Okay, one thing at a time.

I see your laptop survived.

Any chance I could check my blog?

Uh, saving my semester by 5 p .m. is a tad more important than your blog.

Right. Stupid question.

So, uh, you almost done?

Not remotely.

Better hurry up.

Tick -tock.

Tick tock.

Who's this?

Bus pass.

Once I walked all the way home, I kind of cooled down.

Oh, wow.

After the cough pulled us over, I didn't think you'd be speaking to me anymore,

let alone buying me gifts.

So you forgive me for smothering you with pie?

It was stupid to drive. But I had to get to the soup kitchen. I couldn't let the

homeless starve.

Were your parents mad about the car?

They're off the charts.

Blame each other for everything.

I try to be brave or whatever.

But deep down, there's this little sad... Hey, how about

a nice long walk in the park after school?

Are you asking me out on a date?

Depends on your answer.

That was a yes, right?

Okay, thank you. Professor James?

Here it is. 5 p .m., right on time.

Sometimes I work best under pressure.

I have seen this

essay four times in the last two years.

Most students try to change a sentence or two.

Professor James, with 300 students, these essays must all just start to look

same. Don't help me.

You're giving me a zero?

Or I could talk to the dean, who, by the way, has made it his mission to

eradicate plagiarism.

Your choice.

My choice?

I'm going home.

To a real school with...

Real friends with flame -retardant dorms. I don't care if I am a stupid

girl, because I hate Banting.

Who are you?

Not soup kitchen decorations this time.

Ah, my favorite weed.

I thought they were flowers.

Uh, what's, uh, all this?

Beautiful day for a walk.

Wait, this is your idea of a date?

Yeah, it's community service, but it's also doing good.

Isn't that how you roll?

Oh, I meant to ask.

Do you think you can get the Reverend to sign some forms for last weekend?

So, that's what this is?

I'm your community service hookup?

D 'Arce, this is my life.

I thought you got that nobody's perfect.

What's wrong, Vicki?

I thought we were celebrating.

Yeah, well, aren't salads supposed to be fresh? This is disgusting.

Well, maybe if you tried red meat, you would be so cranky. You are

Isn't she a human trash compactor?

Either you're in Toronto midweek or the St. Rupierre.

Dinner's on me.

Uh, okay, my mom.

To Alex, the newest scholar on Degrassi's block.

Did you have three hours to poach my drink?

Yeah, you must have been thirsty.

I drove three hours for a great reason, but tonight is all about Ms. A +, the

brightest newness ever.

Oh, did you know that she turned down Paradiso Bistro to come here?

I'm not saying she's perfect.

Should I leave you two alone?

No, I want to hear all about a day in the life of an honors grad marathon

at Toronto U.

Well, it's not that interesting.

Question of the night.

Why are you sleeping at Marco's and Dylan's? Well, everyone's back from the

weekend. It's a full house.

And why are you in town?

Because people here don't ask a million questions.

Let's try Michael Chuck.

I don't know. It was so chaotic with all the family and the schoolwork.

I was just craving some happy from you.

And we're going to stay this close forever, right?

Depends. Are you going to scream at me from behind any bathroom doors?

But see, I did that, and three days later, you're making me a couch bed. I'm

crazy, and you're so strong.

Even profanity girls need to let their hair down once in a while.

You're the only one who has any idea.

Oh, it's a school night. I'll tuck you in.

What was that?

Um, goodnight care.

And then swaffled with extra I'm sorry with.

And I would never intentionally play with your feeling strawberries.

My food usually only says, eat me.

Well, your mom and Chad called them little puffs of heaven.

They were made by such an angel.

Are we going to talk about what that little smoochy smooch was all about last

night?

Oh, you mean that thing that never happened?

Okay.

You've driven here twice this week.

And for what? To cook a couple meals?

Well, it seems kind of strange.

Even for you.

Okay, Veronica Mars, I miss home.

Okay, what's in these waffles?

Nothing. I'm just... I'm happy and I have a plan. Is tonight still karaoke

night?

Uh -huh.

Well, then round up the troupe.

I have a feeling I'll need to celebrate.

I knew I wasn't the only reason you came back.

Do I even get a hint?

Here, the Reverend hopes to see you at the next soup kitchen.

Wait, Darcy, I hate soup. I hate dog turds even more.

But I like you.

I have fun with you. You're under house arrest.

I've got Spirit Squad Friendship Club. Plus, I'm still grounded, thanks to

web photos.

I just don't see it working.

Sorry.

Wait, who's that guy who works in mysterious ways?

Awesome high school records.

Well, Toronto, you accepted me last spring, so I was hoping I could

You'll need your Banting transcripts.

Even if I take a different program?

Yeah. Unless you want to reapply for the fall.

Next fall?

My mom will die.

I'm talking cardiac arrest, and then she's going to kill me from beyond the

grave. Well, thrash off and flounder.

Flounder? No, no, no, no. I can't flounder.

I can't be this person. Horrible grades, social outcasts, gained the freshman 15

zillion. In three months, Banting has turned me into a chunky, essay -flunking

pyromaniac. I'm guessing Banting isn't the problem.

Sorry.

Next.

It's me.

Peter, what are you doing here?

I believe the word is romance.

You're going to get us both in sugar.

I don't care. I'll risk all the sugar in the world.

My probation, my house arrest, my parents losing their minds just for one

with you.

Hey, be careful. I will sing.

No. If my dad hears you, I'll never get to see you.

So you want to see me?

Go home.

Peter.

I don't change my mind for anybody. I won't waste my time on just anybody.

I won't share my life with anyone but you.

With anyone but you.

With anyone but you.

Sorry, I'm late.

Pinchy boot, cute but slow.

Aw, it's like Spinner.

Whatever, I'll take that as a compliment.

So, Alex, as you're back in town to celebrate... Yeah, so what's the amazing

news? Um, well, yours truly just got a huge

scholarship to Toronto U. I'm moving home.

In the middle of a semester?

Yeah, they made an exception, so are we going to do this or not?

You bet.

Busted, my girl.

So when are you going to tell me why you really left Banting?

I already told you. Yeah.

Big mid -semester scholarship.

Thing is, you already had one.

Banting is not what I expected.

I mean, I am kicking butt, but it's so lame.

There's no fun times like tonight, and definitely no fun people.

That's it.

Anting was great for my mom, but I have connections here.

Connections?

By that you mean? My friends.

People who think I count for something. Cool people.

My pinchy boobs.

There should be paper towels in here somewhere. My dad went all Boy Scout

got the car.

You find anything?

Yeah.

I sure did.

Oh. Yeah.

Here. It's a day timer. I wrote down all my free time this week. You do the same

and that's when I'll see you.

Cool. Thanks.

Oh. So you're free today after school?

I have an hour before I have to report to my probation officer.

It's a day... Oh.

Here you go.

What's this?

Direction to a convicted street racer's press conference after school. I

volunteered you to give an apology.

Today? You've got to be joking.

But if you're thinking on skipping, don't.

I'll be there.

Crash Band.

You forget something?

Yeah, I can't live without this.

Well, your uncle's looking forward to some squeaky clean dishes at his

restaurant this weekend.

Yeah, and every other weekend, I know.

You know another way to make the five grand it cost me to get the cart of

impound?

Maybe your mother will take a cut to her alimony payments.

Love you, too.

My office is three o 'clock sharp.

Yeah, you were right.

This isn't going to work.

Two -bedroom on the subway line?

A hundred, ouch.

Two -bedroom?

Isn't it time you gave your mom and child their personal space?

Honey, waiting for someone?

Maybe. Who, Carla?

Look, if we move in together, it doesn't mean... Mom?

Hi. What are you doing here? We need to talk, Paige. You have some explaining to

do.

What's going on?

Alex found some essays, some tests in your car.

You did this?

I'll let you guys talk.

Thought I'd find you here.

I'm forming a permanent butt groove.

Why are you here?

Just seeing your parents, the way they fight, must be horrible to feel like

they're always angry.

It's not a great example of love, I guess.

I know someone who has a lot of love to give.

Okay, no offense, but you better not be talking about Jesus.

Darce.

I'm going to be late to pick you up.

I'm going to bail on dates.

All the day planners in the world can't change that.

I'll never stop thinking about you.

I hope not.

And, if you ever hurt me, I'll tell your mom.

I can't believe you told my mother. Who else would I tell?

I don't know nobody.

You need help, Paige.

And you need to tell the truth to someone.

It was the only way to force it out.

Well, why didn't you talk to me first?

Paige, you've been lying to me ever since you got here.

And I have no idea why.

I've always kind of felt like you looked up to me.

And I want you to be proud of me, but the truth is I'm just a loser.

And you used me to pull some big crazy scam?

I'm sorry, Alex. I didn't know who else to turn to.

Next time you need a safety net, call the fire department.

Actually, they'll probably be calling me.

I kind of burned down my dorm room.

Seriously? Wow.

When you flame out, you really flame out.

What am I going to do?

That's the thing, Missy.

What do you want to do?