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You got something against tattoos, or just little sisters who are trying too hard to be cool?
Little sisters trying to be cool, definitely. I can appreciate tattoos when there are really great meanings, or the art is truly beautiful, but my sister is barely fourteen. She doesn’t need something like that... right now.
How old is your little sister?
I agree, that’s way too permanent. She should definitely wait until she’s much older, more mature.
She’ll be fourteen in a couple weeks. She thinks that it’ll help her stand out and make new friends... I don’t see how that will help her.
If she really wants a tattoo that badly, she can draw it on her arm over and over until she’s eighteen and if she still wants it then be my guest, Maya, get a tattoo.
Well, at least she wants to get something meaningful to her. But, still seems a bit excessive – especially for a middle schooler. One day I’m sure she’ll be grateful that your mom didn’t allow her to get that tattoo.Â
Yeah, I’d have to be, like, 10,000 percent sure of the tattoo before I got it.Â
Oh, we have to hope and pray she doesn’t let her get the tattoo. My mother can be easily persuaded, and Maya is her favorite daughter.
I couldn’t even imagine the type of tattoo I would get. I love sports, but I wouldn’t get a soccer ball tattooed to my wrist or anything.Â
How old is your little sister? May I ask what she wanted to get inked on her body?
I don’t think I could ever get a tattoo. I don’t want something on my body enough to go through the pain of doing so.
Her fourteenth birthday is in a couple weeks, so this is what she’s been raving about. It’s some sort of sleeve, with tons of musical notes and something to do with her cello. She won’t let it go. I don’t know why a middle schooler needs a tattoo...
I maybe could. When I’m forty - or at least past the point where getting a tattoo has something to do with being young and reckless.
My little sister is whining to my mother about how she wants a tattoo...Â
Somebody obviously doesn’t know the definition of “permanent.”Â
I’m caught again in the mystery You’re by my side, but are you still with me?
Stressed Out || Owen
Owen was stubborn, and because of this, he was forced to find an outlet for his frustrations because who the fuck bitches about their problems? Not Owen, that’s for sure. He was stubborn because he didn’t like people picking his brain. Hence why, as he’s going hard on the punching bag suspended before him, all there is is silence. He found it to be a better therapy than any drunken rant or high babble. So as he hit, left, right, left hook, and so on, he was getting over whatever it is was clouding his mind. This time, it was Bianca and her affiliation with Vince and his gang. This was always something that bothered him, and more often than not, he was rather verbal about his opinion on the whole situation. He and Bianca had been friends since 7th grade, and he always knew she wasn’t going to be a girl like Clare, that she was never going to conform, no matter what. And he understood. He knew her background, where she came from, what she dealt with, and for the most part he didn’t blame her for some of the things she did. He couldn’t.
He needed to get over this. Nothing was going to change, so what was the point in even caring? In Owen’s mind, there was none, and he was determined to rid his mind of these thoughts. It wasn’t rare that Coach Armstrong allowed Owen to stay behind in the school’s gym after it’s closing time, because after three years there had been a trust built. He promised to lock up when he was done, and he always did, which kept his privileges in tact. So you could imagine his surprise when Katie Matlin, of all people, wandered into the gym. She walked right passed him, but he stole a glance at the editor, and was somewhat set-back by the interruption. He’d been blasting some music through his headphones and was definitely in the zone as far as coping with his bullshit goes, so he wasn’t bothered by the fact that he’d now have to share his gym time. When she came back out, he paused his own work-out for a moment, tugging his headphones from his ears. “Armstrong just barely trusts me to keep this place in tact after hours, so try not to go ham on any of the equipment, yeah?”Â
Katie was peddling as fast as she could. The one thing she loved more in the world besides winning, was the feeling of adrenaline kicking in when she was angry. Katie hadn’t bothered to listen to any music (because she felt that music ultimately distracted her from her work, really), so when Owen’s voice echoed throughout the empty gym, it startled her. Her feet came to an abrupt stop, and she looked over her shoulder. “Oh,” Katie said quietly, it coming out a lot louder than she’d originally intended, since the gym was so empty. At first, she thought to ignore the boy. He was kind of rude, seeing as that he had just assumed that she would break equipment. Owen and her had spoken a few times, so he should’ve known by now that Katie was one of the most professional people at Degrassi, if not the most professional. Katie huffed, looking over her shoulder at the sweaty boy. “Don’t worry. Dawes is the same way with me about the journalism room.” She said, remaining as calm as possible and trying not to appear to be annoyed. The boy at the punching bag said nothing to her, and she furrowed her eyebrows. From what Katie had experienced with Owen Milligan, he was at least somewhat respectful to the women he spoke to, including herself. So, for some reason, an annoyed Katie took this a lot more to heart than she initially should have. Maybe the boy had put his headphones back in before she had turned around and spoken to him? Either way, Katie hadn’t spoken to another human being in hours, and she didn’t feel quite right about the small interaction that had just happened in the first place. So, she hopped off the bike, and stared in his direction.
It only took a couple seconds for Katie to realize that he was as angry as she was, probably even more. She stared, almost worried about him while he took out his frustration on the punching bag. She wondered why he had told her “not to go ham on the equipment” when he was doing that exact thing. Katie stepped closer, wondering when he would eventually hurt himself. “I’m sure you know what you’re doing,” Katie began, stepping closer to him, “but I’m worried if you keep going at it like that you might get hurt.” Katie reached behind her hair, tugging on her ponytail to make sure it was as tight as possible. She realized that Owen might not take her seriously when she spoke, since Katie really didn’t appear to be the sportiest girl at Degrassi, when in fact, she truly was. “I’ve taken seven years of karate.” She said, backing herself up. “My favorite thing to do when I’m upset is break boards... but Degrassi seems to be lacking in the wooden boards department... think you could talk to Armstrong about that?” Katie tried to joke, feeling a little overall awkward now that she’d actually approached him.Â
Katie had never been very good with boys, unless it came to sports. So since this interaction appeared to be mostly sports related, Katie tried her best to remain cool and collected. And in a few moments, she’d already forgotten about how pissed off the Degrassi Daily staff had made her and was now focusing on the boy and his punching bag.Â
The worst that can happen is nothing at all, right? It might turn out better than you’re thinking it will.
You really think so? Save for swearing, (which I’m perfectly capable of doing when I don’t censor myself, but I would in this case) I’m not the type to sugarcoat much of anything, so anonymous probably would be the best method. It could be interesting to see what kind of bull crap people at this school get themselves into. Alright, I’ll give it a shot. I’m Eli, by the way. I don’t think I introduced myself before.
You’re absolutely right. I’m already excited to speak to Simpson in the morning!
This is the best news I’ve heard all day. Welcome to the Degrassi Daily staff, Eli! I’m Katie, editor in chief, as I’m sure you’ve realized. Any ideas for a good column name, Mr. Anonymous?
Stressed Out || Owen
After hours of working on the final article for the most recent issue of the Degrassi Daily, Katie finally closed the doors to the journalism room and locked the door tightly behind her. She’d been feeling confident while writing, but now that she’d left the room, she just felt drained. Katie had worked pretty hard on this edition of the newspaper, but had a feeling that after it would be printed she’d want to hide as deep as she could in the journalism room’s supply closet. How had she been able to put that whole thing together on her own? She was still surprised that it was possible. It was around seven o’clock when she had finally finished. The halls were nearly empty; a few classrooms here and there had their lights still on… teachers finishing up grading or maybe even an after school study session was going on. But Katie wasn’t ready to go just yet. She was pretty angry at her staff for abandoning her  on this paper. All of them claimed to have “other commitments” or that they had just lost their inspiration for their pieces and left Katie to handle it all herself. Of course, Katie had yelled at them as they all walked out the door: “Fine! I don’t need any of you! All of you just slack off until the very last second and leave me to do all the work! Good luck doing that at a real newspaper company!” And then she’d sunken deep into her editors chair and screamed as loud as she could into her hand.
Heading towards the gym, she was surprised to see a light still on, and the sound of someone grunting angrily, taking out their anger on the punching bag, coming from behind the big blue gym doors. Knowing someone was inside made Katie a little uncomfortable, and part of her said to turn back immediately and not bother to work out. But there was only two ways to make the anger that Katie was feeling go away: purging, or exercise. Katie knew which one was the better decision, and besides… she didn’t have any snacks or money to buy herself some. So, deciding that whoever was inside the gym could just learn to share, Katie pushed through the doors and found herself staring at a very handsome and very shirtless Owen Milligan. Katie stood there, uncomfortably, watching for a moment while he swung, hitting the bag over and over. She knew this wasn’t a dangerous situation, but for some reason deep down she felt like she had to fight or flight, and her feet were telling her to run away and let him be. But Katie was much stronger than that, and her will to move and exercise was much bigger than her desire to run away. So she walked past him towards the locker rooms. It honestly seemed as if Owen had barely even noticed her, or pretended that he didn’t, at least.
In the locker room, Katie changed as slowly as she possibly could, in hopes that maybe by the time she would be back in the gym, Owen would be gone and she would be able to hit punching bags and shout students names angrily while she worked. But when she stepped back out, there he was again, making her uncomfortable and annoyed and sort of attracted to him all at the same time. She walked to the opposite side of the room that he was on, stepping onto exercise bike and setting the bike to one of the highest settings she was capable of handling, and took off.
I’d imagine a lot of them are also doing it just to say they have extra curriculars under their belt. Those types are pretty transparent. I think the fact that you’d be bringing it up to him speaks volumes to how dedicated you are to the staff. You care about the quality of the paper. Maybe everyone needs a kick in the ass to get their crap together. Or…like you said, you need some fresh faces. I’d offer myself up since I write, but I doubt I’d actually be of use when it comes to articles. I’ve been told my style is a little too blunt.
You’re right, actually. I think I’ll talk to him about it. I’m hoping he’ll talk some sense into my terrible batch of participants and maybe even bribe some new kids to join. But about you joining...
The bluntness I can deal with... as long as you’re truly dedicated. Maybe you could do an advice column? Anonymous, even, if you’d like. Then you could be as blunt as you want. And from what you just said about me speaking to Simpson, I can already tell that you give very good advice.
Wow, you’re kind of intense. I don’t know, Katie, they’ll probably just skirt by with the bare minimum. In fact, the majority of people do; it’s sad but, it’s true.
Intense is my middle name, Fiona. Katie Intense Elizabeth Matlin. Yes! You’re right! It is true. And it bothers me. Nobody is ever going to learn with that mentality! Perhaps I should be a life coach to keep people motivated.Â
Irresponsible people are the worst. You guys should hire some new people this year to make things run smoother if that would help.
Oh, I would love to hire new writers but that would require there being students at this school who want to join extracurricular activities. I’ve tried time and time again to rally in new troops... nothing. Nobody.
Are they all just lazy members? Or are you short staffed? You shouldn’t be left doing an entire staff’s worth of work. Either way, a complaint to SImpson could go a long way. If you’re willing to make waves, that is.
I want to say short staffed, because I’d love some fresh writers on the team, but they’re just lazy, marijuana smoking, “writers block” proclaiming jerks. Nobody there is motivated, or actually cares about producing something they could be proud of. I’m nervous that if I talk to Simpson he might think I’m not capable...Â
You see, I would, but I’ll be too busy actually winning our first game. Maybe you can tack that article onto your already incredibly busy schedule.
If you even knew the half of my schedule you’d lay off. Soccer, newspaper, karate, driving my annoying sister around... at least you have some time to relax. Or get wasted, as most of you jocks do.
Writing a big article about yours truly? That’s the only reason I can think of that you’d need to spend that long there.Â
An article on you? Not this time. But maybe next time I need an insider on the music department I could give you a call... and then I could write an article on you.
Sounds like you need new staff members. Hope you’ve got plenty of coffee to fuel your all-nighter!
Nobody at this school understands the importance of time management. They just slack off until the very last second. How is anyone going to manage in the real world, after they’ve graduated if they don’t practice good life skills now?
