Title: The Diary of Clare
Rating: PG-13
Chapter: 1
Fandom: Degrassi: The Next Generation
Summary: When Clare leaves the school courtyard, she leaves her diary. Eclare. Minor Klare, Jalli, Parcy.
Comments: Song "Diary of Jane" by Breaking Benjamin and "Airplanes (L. Paramore Mash Up)" made by LSlytherin on YouTube. Check them out! Thank you mikan_chin at LJ for beta reading for me. :)
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the idea.

"So we'll meet tomorrow?" Clare asked, her voice sounding more hopeful than anything. The sunset gleamed in her blue eyes, causing Eli to stare a bit at her. She had her lips in her soft, innocent puppy pout that they always seemed to fall into so easily.

Eli nodded with a smile, brushing a small piece of her red hair behind her ear, "Of course."

Clare bit her bottom lip as she broke into a smile, turning to gather her things from the picnic table. She stood up abruptly, surprising Eli a bit, but he didn't falter. She turned back to him and nodded, "Goodnight Eli." With that, she turned on her heel and walked away.

Eli nodded in return as if she was still looking at him. He pulled his books together and stood up, starting to walk away. He stopped when he almost slipped across the paved sidewalk. He looked down, expecting it to be some sort of food, but only found a pink spiral. He picked it up, calling out, "Hey Clare…" But when he looked up for her, she was long gone.

Eli looked at the pink notebook and saw a Bible verse scrawled across the cover in thick letters now colored faded green which he assumed had worn out over time and adoration. Eli could only assume it was written in marker by the clean scratches on the words. He looked at it closely, reading in his head, "'For I know the plans I have for you,' says the Lord. 'They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.' Jeremiah 29: 11."

He could not help but snicker. "Definitely Clare's," he thought with a soft chuckle. He looked up, suspiciously checking to make sure no one important was around… like that girl Clare hung out with… What was her name… Alyssa? Alyson? Amber… Alli? Alli! Yeah, that sounded right.

When Eli was content no one was watching him, he carefully opened the notebook as if he were scared to see what such a girl as Clare, pure, innocent, naïve Clare Edwards could possibly write down about her life.

"Dear Diary,

So our family councilor suggested I get one of these things. With all the things Darcy's been getting into… with the cutting and stuff… Darcy's cutting. The beautiful, shiny, perfect Darcy Mary Edwards cut herself. My sister tried to kill herself. What am I supposed to say to that? My sister, my role model and best friend, tried to kill herself. I couldn't believe it until I saw it. Even when I walked into the E.R. Even when I saw the look on Manny and Peter's faces. The hurt, anger, confusion. It was all there. I couldn't believe it. And even though I've seen her. She… her laying in that hospital bed, clutching her swollen, bandaged wrist to her chest as if to cover it up… I still couldn't… can't believe it. I can't."