She woke up to the unpleasant screeching of her alarm clock. A long arm emerged from the covers to turn the cursed machine off. With a groan, the eighteen year old pulled herself out of bed. A new school, a new state, fanfreakingtastic.

'If you can even called Canada a state. . .'

6:30 in the morning had come earlier than she had expected, the night hadn't been easy and it had been a battle for sleep. She walked over to her unpacked dufflebag, pulling out a clean pair of jeans and a plain tank top with a plaid DC logo smack in the middle. She pulled the curtians back, being welcomed to a wonderful, fresh blanket of snow. Clearly, she had underestimated her wardrobe. Oh well, she would be running late soon. No time to dig for warm clothes now.

"Bentley," she called softly, walking over to the pop out playpin she'd be using double time as a crib. "Bently, wake up buddy. Time for mom to go to school." She reached into the crib to pull the sleeping boy out. Moving to this God forsaken place had messed up the childs sleep schedule, and it would surely be hell getting him back on a proper one once they were settled in.

She laid him on the bed, a quick diaper change, pants and a plain, long sleeved top would settle for now. She didn't think this out; how could she get ready for school and watch him when we woke up? She let out an exasperated sigh, holding him in one hand and dragging the play pin/crib into the small bathroom with her.

She stood in front of the mirror, readying her tooth brush as she waited her straightner to warm up. She really studied herself in the mirror. Long auburn hair, falling past her shoulders in loose, natural curls and bright blue-green eyes colored eyes; her son looked nothing like her. He took over his father's looks, ew. Not to say her little man wasn't handsome, because he was, of course every mother says that about their child. She could only hope he didn't turn out like his father. . .

A small cooing caught her attention, he was up. He stood as best he could, holding onto the railing of the pin for support. She couldn't help but smile, lifting him out of the crib and onto the counter. "Hey dude, it's about time you woke up." She laughed, running her fingers gently thru his soft blonde hair. He wasn't a big fan of having his hair played with, so as usual, he grabbed his mother's fingers with his tiny hands and stuck them in his mouth, making it quite difficult to finish up her morning routine.

7:15. She was cutting it close. Now in a hurry she put on a light layer of make up, threw on her flimsy excuse for a jacket, put Bentley in his car seat and ran to her car.

...

"Come on, you stupid thing.." she muttered, listening for her car to turn over. The engine sputtered, died, sputtered and died. "Ugh, come on, seriously?" She cranked the engine one last time before the car, obviously not used to rigid temperatures, finally started.

...

She was late, but she had made it. Degrassi Community School, the building had read in bold, proud lettering. Her mother told her this place had a day care center but her mother was about as reliable as her old car.

Backpack over on shoulder, Bentley's car seat in the other hand, she made her way into the school. She'd wandered for a few minutes until she found Mrs. Kwan's classroom. 'This is it...' Setting Bentley's car seat on the ground, she knocked on the door frame and stood there.

The teacher, Mrs. Kwan apperantly, breifly glanced over her shoulder, bringing the attention of the whole classroom with her. "Can I help you?" SHe gave the red head a once over.

"My mom said there was a day care center here?"

A/N: This is just a small snippet. Yes, this will be set in 11-12th gradish because I like it that way. Don't like it, don't read. If you've followed my other stories, you know I love me some OCxcanon action, because frankly, I don't much care for the girls paired up with this particular character. Do forgive me though, if I'm a little out of character. I just got back into Degrassi.