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? ...


60. ~ It Looks Like An Alien ... ~

Anna's P.O.V.

Trevor called me a few days later and told me about what he had found. He didn't find a lot to link to the text except for the person's email adress. He's against looking through peoples private messages, but he did have to download all of them. He said there was like 16, so it was easy to find the email about registering to the site that sends anomynous text messages.

(This is a made up email adress that's supposed to fit the story. Please don't try to message this person, if it actually exists)

"The email that registered with the website is ''. There was nothing else that could help me, but that guys seriously needs to clear his web history. I wish I could unsee the things I've seen ..."

"Suck it up Trevor. So you're saying he's a Maple Leafs fan?"

"That would make sense. And the numbers might be a birthday or an anniversary. Or just random numbers for all I know"

"Okay, that's great news. What was on his web history?"

The other line was quiet for a moment.

"Do you really want to know?"

"If it was some immature searchs on google images or anything like that, then I'm not intrested"

"It was not exactly a thing that happens to boys ..."

"Then what is it? ..."

"... Pregnancy"

"Trevor it's a natural thing, don't be like that"

"Yeah but ... It looks like an alien ..."

"What looks like an alien?"

"The child!"


"Sorry Anna! It's just ... Grraaghhh!"

There was a large *BUMB* on the other line.

"Trevor? ... Hello? ..."


"Trevor? ..."

"Sorry I sorta fell down the chair ..."

"What!? Why!? ..."

"There's some pretty scary stuff here ... There like- ... Oh my God, why does it have two heads!? ..."

I sighed at him. "Is there anything else I need to know?"

"Yeah, whoever sent that text might be scared out of their mind right now ..."

I got quiet for sec, then I realised what he meant. "What did you do?"

"I just left my mark there. My hackername you know ... LordTrevor ..."


"It's a hacker thing! We have to leave our clues so we can be feared!"

"... Trevor, I would not find someone who's crush is Superwoman very intimidating"

"You're not supposed to tell anyone that"

"Bye Trevor"

I then hung up. Now all I had to do was to play detective.

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