Back to Canada

Anna had always been that nerdy girl from Canada. The girl with the glasses, the boring clothes and the perfect grades. Everyone remebered her as that girl. But when she returns to her old school, nobody realises it's her. Is it her new start, or is it just the same life over again? And what happends when Justin Bieber, who was the worst of all in the past, invites her to his party? What happends if she goes? ...


3. ~ Heels Or Boots? ~


Anna's P.O.V.

I sighted for I don't know which time. It was just a routine to calm myself down. In class I've presented myself as Rachel Summers. I can't believe, that they fell for it. Can you really change enough in two years, so no one will recognize you? It's that really possible? ... Well since it worked, I guess it is.

Maybe it was just my new accent. I sounded like half canadian and half australian, but I could switch easily, so I chose the australian one. We had just finished our last class before lunchtime, and I was ready to leave alone, when some of the popular girls picked me up and talked about boys and dresses. I really had no clue about what was going on.

"What about you Rachel? High heels or boots?"

Uhm ...

"Uh, I ... Sneakers."

They all laughed. "You're so funny!" One of them said.

I did'nt get it. I really loved sneakers. I never really needed high heels or boots in Australia?

"Uhm ... Thanks." I mumbled and gave my best fake smile.

We walked into the cafeteria, while the girls where telling me, how much they loved my australian accent. That was the first compliment, I ever got from them.

But a compliment can't change what they did to me in the past. Pushed me up the lockers, telling me I was ugly, a slut, that I should go kill myself. I did try but ... I just could'nt do that. No matter how much I wanted to back then, I would leave my mom with a feeling, that it was her fault. And it was'nt. But I still hated the fact, that I had to live here for a year. But maybe I could get through it and leave for college?

I had plans about something on the eastcoast or maybe Cambridge in England, or something else, but I just had wait and see. No hard feels ...

They were still commenting about my accent, when we sat at 'the popular table'. I looked in the corner, at a one-man-table and felt horrible. Two years ago, I sat there. Right there in the corner, while people where whispering about me and how ugly I were. The only changes was my sunny skin, my longer hair, my style and that I did'nt wear glasses. Oh and my accent of course, which I could'nt forget, since these girls did'nt talk about anything else -.-

That was the only thing, the strangers around me, was talking about. My sweet innocent australian accent. Huh ... Nothing ever changed ...

"So, what will you guys wear on friday?" No, not that voice please! ... I turned around and saw one of my greatest fears. Jennifer Mendler. The queen of the school. Students were just her minions, ecspecially her 'friends', that just copied her style to look cool.

"Oh have we met?" She smiled fake at me, but that was no change. She smiled fake at everyone. I've seen her real smile once, and it was when her father came to visit her. Then something happened, and she just built safe walls around her, that no one could break. I slowly shook my head.

"No, I'm Rachel." I replied. Jennifer sat down beside me.

"Oh, I really love your accent! Australia?" I nodded in response.

"Jenny, I don't know what to wear, please, I need your help!"

It was one of the girls at the table. Jenny/Jennifer just smiled and nodded. "Sure Blair, I'll help you after school." Jenny then looked at me again. No please! I don't wan't your attention ...

"Have we met before?" I quickly shooked my head.

"No, I'm sorry. I was born in Canada, and we moved with my father in Australia when I was two, so I don't think it's possible." Okay, I admit it. I lied. But why judge me? I was surrounded by the girls, who almost made me kill myself.

"So, are you going on friday?"

It was wednesday today, so it was a suprise for me, that there soon would be a party.

"No." The girls around me looked shocked. "Why not!?" They almost screamed.

Everyone stared at our table, and I just tried to look as small as possible."Uhm ..." I played a bit with the end of my top and felt so shy. "No one has invited me ..." I mumbled.

They all gasped, and got eyecontact with Jenny. It was her choice. If she wanted me to come along, someone would make sure that I got invited by the partyhost.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, and looked at the owner. Jenny was touching me. Huh, ironic when she once said, that I spread diseases. "Don't worry Rachel. You will be invited. Very soon." I saw her get eyecontact with a guy, and all nerves in me screamed to run. But I did'nt. I just sat there looking away, cause I could'nt watch what was about to happend. Oh yeah, I'm gonna get invited ... Why did I ever leave Australia? ...

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