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Date Posted: 19:28:48 07/13/05 Wed
Author: PrimeraSoprana
Subject: Re: My Degrassi Season 5
In reply to: PrimeraSoprana 's message, "My Degrassi Season 5" on 19:25:58 07/13/05 Wed

>Okay, this is what I made up to happen after "Eye of
>the Tiger".
>
>"Embrace"
>
>{School hallway}
>~Jimmy, Craig, and Marco enter Degrassi. They
>notice a lot of guys looking a certain way.~
>
>Marco: What's everybody lookin' at?
>Jimmy: I don't know.
>Craig: I do. (points) Her right there.
>
>~Marco and Jimmy look at where Craig is
>pointing.~
>
>Craig: I can't say I blame 'em. I heard we were
>getting a new student, but I didn't know we were
>getting a goddess.
>Jimmy: Man, did you forget that you're married?
>Craig: Shut up. We're not married.
>Marco: Well whatever the case, you're with Ash and I
>think you should try and stick to being with one girl
>at a time.
>Jimmy: Yeah, yo' playa skills ain't all that.
>
>~Craig playfully pushes Jimmy. Jimmy laughs a
>little and so does Marco.~
>
>Craig: But it's okay to look. Why don't you give it a
>try Jimmy?
>Jimmy: And end up like you were some months back?
>Don't think so.
>Craig: You're just lookin'. It's okay to look.
>Jimmy: (looks at her) Yeah........it's okay to look.
>
>
>{Later in the school hallway}
>~Jimmy struggles to get a textbook from the top of
>his locker. The new girl walks to the locker right
>next to his and opens it. She takes her books out and
>closes her locker. She notices Jimmy's having a little
>trouble.
>
>NewGirl: (slight Hispanic accent) Do you need help?
>Jimmy: (grunts)::slightly irritated:: No. I'm
>perfectly capable of getting a book.
>NewGirl: (shrugs) Okay. (starts to walk away)
>
>~Jimmy continues to struggle with the book. He
>looks around and realizes she's the only one around to
>help him.~
>
>Jimmy: I guess I could use your help just this one.
>NewGirl: I thought you'd never ask. (walks back over
>to him and gets the book) Here you go. (hands it to
>him) And it's okay.
>Jimmy: What's okay?
>NewGirl: To accept help. You shouldn't be ashamed of
>your handicap.
>Jimmy: Hey, I ain't handicapped.
>NewGirl: Really? You coulda fooled me. So what do you
>call having to get around in a wheelchair?
>Jimmy:......
>NewGirl: I'm not tryna offend you, just embrace your
>situation. (starts to walk away)
>Jimmy: Do you know where you're going?
>NewGirl: (turns around) Actually, no. Can you help me?
>Jimmy: Sure, lemme see your schedule.
>
>~She hands him her schedule.~
>
>Jimmy: We're goin' to the same class, so follow me.
>(starts rolling)
>NewGirl: Okay. (follows)
>
>{Mr. Simpson’s class}
>~Toby is sitting in class. Mr. Simpson starts
>passing out a worksheet.~
>
>Mr. Simpson: Okay class, today you’re going to
>construct your own chat rooms. These handouts will
>pretty much help you out, but if you have any
>questions just ask me. (continues passing out papers)
>
>~Mr. Simpson hands Toby his paper and keeps going.
>Toby looks at the paper and is confused.~
>
>Toby: (turns to his right and whispers) JT.
>JT: What?
>Toby: Does your paper look as confusing as mine?
>JT: What are you talking about? (looks at both papers)
>There’s nothing confusing about any of this.
>Toby: How can you say that? This paper doesn’t make
>any sense.
>JT: No, you’re the one not making sense. Your paper’s
>fine.
>
>~Toby looks at his paper again and still can’t
>understand it.
>
>Toby: (turns to his left and whispers) Emma.
>Emma: Hmm?
>Toby: I don’t know why, but I can’t understand a word
>on this paper.
>Emma: Let me see. (looks at his paper and then hers)
>Uh…Toby?
>Toby: Yeah?
>Emma: Our papers are exactly the same and I can
>understand them both. Are you confused by the
>directions?
>Toby: I can’t even read the directions. The words are
>all jumbled up and don’t make sense.
>Emma: Oh….how about I walk you through it then?
>Toby: Sure.
>
>{Ms. Kwan’s classroom}
>~Jimmy and the new girl enter Ms. Kwan’s classroom.
> Ms. Kwan notices.~
>
>Ms. Kwan: Mr. Brooks, you’re late.
>Jimmy: Well, I found this young lady wandering the
>halls trying to find her class, so I helped her.
>Ms. Kwan: Okay, you’re off the hook this time. Make
>sure there is no next time.
>Jimmy: Yes ma’am. (goes to his space)
>Ms. Kwan: Okay class, we have a new student. I’m
>going to let her introduce herself.
>NewGirl: Well, my name is Saria[/i] {pronounced
>Suh-rye-yuh} [i]Morales. I’m originally from
>Manizales, Colombia. After a few years my family
>moved to New York in the United States. Some things
>came up and my sister and I moved here. Now I live in
>Toronto. (turns toward Ms. Kwan) I’m done.
>
>~Paige raises her hand.~
>
>Ms. Kwan: You have a question Ms. Michalchuk?
>Paige: Yes. Um…::messes her name up on purpose::
>Suh-ree-yuh.
>Saria: Suh-rye-yuh.
>Paige: ::doesn’t care:: Yeah. Are you any kin to J.Lo?
>
>~Slight giggles.~
>
>Saria: She wishes.
>Class: Oooooh.
>Ms. Kwan: Okay, I think that’s enough. You can take
>your seat now Ms. Morales.
>
>~Ms. Kwan starts talking while Saria takes her
>seat. She gives Paige a smug look and turns her
>attention to Ms. Kwan. Paige rolls her eyes.
>
>{The end of class in the hallway}
>
>Paige: Can you believe that J.Lo wannabe and how she
>treated me?
>Marco: Paige, you weren’t exactly hospitable to begin
>with.
>Hazel: You’re just mad because she didn’t answer the
>way you wanted.
>Marco: And why do you keep calling her J.Lo?
>Hazel: She looks nothing like her.
>Jimmy: Sounds nothing like her.
>Craig: And her butt’s much bigger.
>
>~Everybody looks at him funny~
>
>Craig: I didn’t mean to say that out loud.
>Paige: Anyway, nobody talks to me that way and gets
>away with it.
>
>
>{Meanwhile}
>
>JT: I don’t know what’s wrong with you Tobs. You were
>acting crazy in media immersion and then you started
>bugging in English. What’s with you man?
>Toby: I don’t know. Maybe I need some new glasses or
>something. Nothing looks right.
>Liberty: (walks over to them) What’s going on?
>Toby: Well…
>JT: Nothing my little cupcake. (leans in and starts
>kissing her)
>Toby: Actually, I’m having a little issue.
>
>~They continue kissing.~
>
>Toby: You know what, I’m just gonna leave you two
>alone. (walks away)
>
>{In Mr. Simpson’s classroom}
>~Saria walks into the classroom and looks for a
>seat. She finds one next to Jimmy and sits down.~
>
>Saria: We just keep runnin’ into each other, huh?
>Jimmy: I don’t know about runnin’, but we do see each
>other a lot.
>Saria: (laughs) You know, fate is funny.
>Jimmy: How?
>Saria: Well, I know this girl who kept runnin’ into
>this one guy. Eventually, they became an item. Then
>they were engaged. Now, they’re married.
>Jimmy: Oh really? And who would the lucky couple be?
>Saria: My aunt and uncle. Seventeen years and goin’
>strong.
>Jimmy: Congratulations. I thought you were gonna say
>your parents.
>Saria: Well, my parents would’ve been married for
>twenty years, but they’re gone.
>Jimmy: Oh…I’m sorry.
>Saria: Don’t worry about it. It’s not your fault.
>Besides, they wouldn’t want me to be mournin’ ‘em.
>They’d want me to just live my life. So that’s what
>I’ve been doin’.
>Jimmy: Wow.
>Saria: What?
>Jimmy: How do you do it? I mean, here we are talkin’
>about your parents passing and you have the most
>positive attitude I’ve ever seen.
>Saria: Well thank you. I try not to feel sorry for
>myself. Self-pity is…pitiful.
>
>~Jimmy doesn’t say anything. He just turns his head
>away from her so she doesn’t see his face.~
>
>Saria: Jimmy?
>Jimmy: (doesn’t turn around) Yeah?
>Saria: What’s so interesting over there?
>Jimmy: (sighs and turns around) Nothing. It’s just
>I’ve been doing some self-pitying and I felt kinda
>guilty.
>Saria: Well, you don’t have to. I wasn’t tryna take a
>shot at you. I was just talkin’. But you should stop
>feeling sorry for yourself. That’s not gonna make it
>any better. (pauses) Have you considered physical
>therapy?
>Jimmy: Yeah, but why bother? It’s not gonna work.
>Saria: You don’t know that.
>Jimmy: The doctors said…
>Saria: The doctors aren’t always right. I know we just
>met and all, but I believe you can do it. If I
>volunteer to help you, will you do it?
>Jimmy: Like you said, we just met. (turns the opposite
>way)
>Saria: (scoots her chair closer to him so she’s right
>at his ear) I wanna help you. Don’t you wanna do all
>the things you used to?
>Jimmy: What happened to “embrace you situation”?
>Saria: Well, it doesn’t look like you’re gonna do that
>any time soon. So what do you think?
>Jimmy: What do I think? I think I just met you, don’t
>know who you are, and really don’t wanna find out.
>
>~She scoots her chair over and sits back.~
>
>{Meanwhile in Ms. Hatzilakos classroom}
>~Toby’s struggling to read the reading assignment.
>Liberty notices.~
>
>Liberty: Toby, are you okay?
>Toby: I’m fine, just fine.
>Liberty: It doesn’t look like you are. Are you having
>trouble reading?
>Toby: No, I’m fine. I can read exactly what it says.
>Liberty: Then what does it say?
>Toby: The turtle…. Well you have the assignment in
>front of you, why don’t you read it?
>
>{After class outside the classroom}
>
>Liberty: Toby wait.
>Toby: What do you want?
>Liberty: Toby, what is wrong with you?
>Toby: Nothing, I’m just having a little trouble
>reading, that’s all. I need to go see my optometrist
>about a stronger prescription for my glasses.
>Liberty: Is it blurry when you read?
>Toby: No.
>Liberty: Lemme guess. The words you’re reading don’t
>make sense. Sometimes you see words that don’t even
>exist.
>Toby: Yeeeeah, how’d you know?
>Liberty: Hello, did you forget I have dyscalculia?
>Similar symptoms, just with math.
>Toby: Wait, are you saying you think I have dyslexia?
>Liberty: It’s possible.
>Toby: No, I can’t. I’m not dumb.
>Liberty: Being dyslexic doesn’t mean you’re dumb. You
>just learn differently. You should get tested and find
>out. I’ll help you if you want.
>Toby: Well….
>
>~Liberty gives him a hopeful look.~
>
>Toby: Okay.
>Liberty: Good. I’ll find some information for you.
>
>{In the gym}
>~Saria is shooting hoops. She makes all of them.
>She misses one and it rolls all the way to the other
>side of the gym and lands next to Jimmy. He picks it
>up and rolls over to her.~
>
>Jimmy: You play ball?
>Saria: I play a little of everything.
>Jimmy: (passes her the ball) Oh.
>Saria: Thanks. (shoots another basket and makes it)
>Jimmy: Wow. You’re actually pretty good. Well, at
>makin’ baskets. (chuckles)
>Saria: Well, at least I’m good at somethin’.
>Jimmy: I’m sorry about earlier. It’s just that, nobody
>really talks about it. I just live life from day to
>day.
>Saria: You never think of your future?
>Jimmy: Of course I do, but not of what I could do.
>Just what I can’t.
>Saria: Well, I can’t say I’ve been in your position.
>The closest I came to bein’ handicapped was when I
>sprained my ankle. (pauses) You know, you could do
>physical therapy. (makes another shot) And if you
>don’t want to there are many things you can do in a
>wheelchair.
>Jimmy: Like what?
>Saria: I noticed that you were MVP for the basketball
>team, two years runnin’. You could do Special
>Olympics. (makes another shot)
>Jimmy: I’m not retarded.
>Saria: It’s not just for mentally challenged. It’s for
>people with disabilities also.
>Jimmy: I don’t think that’s gonna happen.
>Saria: Well, you could always do the physical therapy.
>(makes another shot)
>Jimmy: (laughs) You’re not gonna let that go, are you?
>Saria: (smiles and laughs) Depends, are you gonna say
>yes? (dribbles the ball between her legs and tries to
>make another shot; Jimmy rolls up to her and takes the
>ball)
>Jimmy: I guess so. As long as you go with me.
>Saria: I might…if you give me back my ball.
>Jimmy: Only if you say yes.
>Saria: Okay…yes. The ball?
>
>~He passes her the ball. She dribbles and makes
>another shot.~

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