Prologue

A familiar face walks onto Degrassi school ground.

This familiar face is wearing a beret over his dark brown stringy hair and round wire rimmed glasses over his disturbing blue eyes.

"Nice hat, faggot!" yelled a random student, yanking the boys beret off and throwing it at his feet.

"Ah, yes," said Rick Murray, looking down at his dirt-covered hat. "Nothing has changed a bit, glad to hear it." He picked up his hat, shook the dust off it, and stuffed it in his pocket.

Although, despite his humorous demeanor, the closer Rick got to the glass doors of Degrassi, the more nervous he got. He didn't know how the likes of, say, Paige Michaelchuck and Hazel Aden, would take his return. Even the kid with the backwards baseball cap who had just threw his beret to the ground seemed to hate him, even before knowing what he'd done to a former Degrassi student.

Terri McGreggor, thought Rick. He had visit her every day in the hospital while she was in her coma. That is, until Terri's dad caught wind of it and told the nurses and the doctors to never let "That vile, lowlife, piece of scum" to step foot in his daughters hospital room. Rick never did find out what became of the beautiful Terri McGreggor, whether she woke up and continued model, or. . .

Rick shook his head. "Don't think pessimistically," he said to himself. "Always optimistic." That's what Rick's therapist told him, although, Rick wasn't sure is "pessimistically" was actually a word. He always told himself to look it up, but never found the time.

Because Rick social calendar is just packed!

Finally, Rick finally stepped into through the glass doors of Degrassi and took in the atmosphere like a sponge first dipped water. He took both hands and grabbed ontot he strap of his messenger bag and took a deep breath. Mrs. Myrna's mystery meat lingered in the air and Rick smiled. Degrassi really doesn't change, thought Rick again with a mental smile. And despite his nerves being bad before, he was actually looking forward to being here again.