Degrassi Next Class(Continued)

501: "#NewYearNewLookNewMe"

Writers for this episode;

Keion; Jack (@egg_is_broken on insta)

David; Esme (@Davids.degrassi on insta)

Jahni; Abra (@popgrassi on insta)

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The morning clouds painted the sky clear on a Tuesday morning, the hue swapping between the likes of white and blue as it reflected on Abra's windowsill. She was up, earlier than ever. As usual she strides to mend along a passive smile, eyes locked onto the computer screen. A sigh breeches her lips, hair flowing down to her back. She forgot to put it in braids so she looked like a half-baked potato with pretty eyes and a jungle of hair on her head.

Briefly, she nibbles on her thumb while simultaneously replying to Lara's Facerange message in all caps and in bold; Lara was EXTRA like that.

"FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL ABRA!!! WEAR SOMETHING CUTE!"

Abra laces her fingers together, the beat of sweat running down the trail of hair standing on her neck. She exasperated, languidly looking back and forth in worrisome strife. She then cranes her nimble hands towards her coffee table, cupping her cool plastic water bottle and bracing it against her creamy lips. Moving her hair back, she takes a moment to feel the cool stream of liquid brace against the back of her throat, prompting a shallow ahhh to be uttered.

Left to her own thoughts, she thought of replying to Lara but went with the ladder, not really focused in on that well to make her best friend a priority. What Abra needed was an OUTFIT! The same plain jeans and hijab won't due, maybe she could use a different colored head garment, or even wear those new Adidas Saad bought her for her birthday over the summer. He got her a phone too—with the money he racked up from his girlfriend's workplace (earned; not stolen) but still the young-in didn't feel fresh enough.

She wanted more she needed validity. As if to say this new look counted for EVERYTHING! You know what they say, there was nothing the internet couldn't fix.

And thus, young Abra took those curious little thumbs to the test, head bound to her smartphone, studiously collecting images off of google to compare her outerwear image with.

It wasn't much? That was, until she blundered across a photo of a school girl with more enhanced assets on her body. Abra probed her finger forward, zooming in while simultaneously downloading the image to her device.

The girl had nice curves in a skirt cut high above the knees, and cleavage to go along with it. She was a young model it appeared, sexualized in all of her glory. It was also noteworthy that she was brown-skinned and thin, she had the hourglass vernacular Abra desperately strives for.

Abra processed her uncanny attitude towards the figure on her screen. She was standing there idle for so long, that perhaps time flew past her without her realizing it.

Next thing you know, Saad bust through the door, the hinges shaking at his aggression.

"ABRA!"

"Huh?! Yes?!" She scrambles and tries to regain her footing, her phone like a floppy disc in her flat paper hands.

"You're going to be late! Don't you hear me calling your name from the living room?"

"'Ana asf! I got distracted!" She flees in her pajamas to raid the closet for her hijab, messily wrapping it around her head to hide the leaf strands of hair stockpiling out of it.

"I knew I shouldn't have given you that phone Abra. All you ever do is get distracted! I shouldn't have rewarded you when you did so poorly with your grades last year."