Chapter One

Have you ever been such a nobody that once you move away your name will be forgotten. No not just 'oh I moved away so now I’m back here I am!' I will be a 'oh, you where here before?' I got so used to my life like that, once I moved away 2 years ago I swore to myself I will never be, Anastasia Ginseng Peterson. The girl no one knew.


Ever since then I haven't been the nobody, I've been a somebody. Yes I know it's pretty sad that I have to be like that but it's the truth, in this time of the century school or even life can be painful. Not the kind of pain that you can get away from, before people didn't have a lot of technology now and there's cyber bullies and everything other than that you could imagine.


I've changed a lot since 2 years ago. So I can understand why no one will remember me. 2 years ago I was the nerd, the fat girl. I was 150 pounds, but I was really short I can imagine why I was called fat. I was fat, I still am a little bit but nothing major. Once I moved from there I went to a boarding school. I hated how my parents always knew what I was doing, I had to get away. I made sure that I couldn't see them for the visitation periods I'd always be busy. Or they couldn't find me. I was in the library getting dieting books or down at the track running mile after mile. I saved up every penny that I earned while I was there, once a week then they would let us out of the boarding area, or whatever it was called. They let us roam freely in town. I went to every makeup store you could imagine making sure I would be ready once I was strong enough to go back.


The worst part, that no one besides my friend Amber-Lee from my boarding school, also was my roommate knew was I was getting bullied. But not by only anyone and everyone, but by like next door neighbor, also the boy I liked my whole life. Spencer Jude. The boy that made me want to be a better person for myself, and for the world. When we were younger our parents we're the people who made us talk. The people that made that boy take my heart. We'd go fishing together, build a snowman, a tree house, and on a good day we'd do a tea party. Can you see why I liked him? Not only that made my heart stolen, when we were in middle school neither of us where the people everyone was dieing to sit with at lunch, when someone made fun of my weight, Spencer stood up for me. When nobody cared for me, Spencer did. But that was before he turned into a heartless jock. Since 7th grade when they started a basketball team and a soccer team and a football team, and every other sport Spencer got taken with the jerks of the jocks and left me out to dry. Sure when he was with no one he'd look over to me and give me a slight smile. But that was the end of our friendship.


Now I'm in my third year of high school, or 11th grade if it's easy for you. I'm still my boring nerdy self. The one thing my parents hadn't let me get rid of from my fat girl part of my life was my glasses. They didn't let me get contacts. But whatever I got a pair of the nerdy not so thick that you went back to the 70's but a little thick square pair that Jay Z may wear. So yeah I have that hot nerd thing going on. But I'm still the same Ana. With the light brown hair, that has the wave’s going past my shoulder blades but not reaching all the way down my backk. My emerald eyes piecing through my glasses. Standing a short legit 5 feet tall, not any less nor anymore. Weighing a amazing 90 pounds.


I still talk to Amber-Lee from time to time and she asks how I'm doing and all the regular stuff. She moved out of the boarding school a couple months ago, I got a new roommate Asher. Asher and Amber-Lee were the only one’s I knew that understood I was going threw. Both of them told me what happened to them when they was a little girls, there mother would make them dress up or anything and everything, make them get into pageants and everything else you could imagine. Once they got into high school, like myself they got tired of everything in there life. They asked there mother if they could get a fresh start and clean slit. There mother's finally agreed and so did my own. The only big difference with Amber-Lee and Asher's life with my own was that they were skinny and I was fat. But they were skinny for a bad reason, Amber-Lee was anorexic and Asher was bulimic. If you don't know what that is then, anorexia is when you practically starve yourself and deprive yourself from food. Being bulimic is when once you eat, before your body could try to process your food, you'll throw it up. I can't imagine doing something like that to yourself. But I can understand why, that was the one thing Amber-Lee and Asher can control in there life. Everything else was there mothers controlling.

But today I was leaving my boarding school. It was a great two years but now I'm as strong as ever. My mother was packing all of my stuff. The first in two years she was seeing me and she was packing my clothes. Wow such a great reunion. I mean I understand she's a bit pissed that I ignored her all the days she could visit then the missed calls and the unanswered texts. But I didn't even get a 'oh Ana you look so good.' She gave me a sad smile and walked in my room to which Asher was on the phone with her mother, ironic much. And started packing my clothes. She didn't look at anything just picked them up and folded them into my suitcases. After about a half hour she was done. She just gave me another sad smile, that hadn't reached her eyes and said 'Ana let's go.' and walked out of the room down the hall. I hadn't followed her yet. I walked over to my window to see her going into the car. “Ash, I'm going to miss you so much.” I said as I walked over to Asher. Still on the phone with her mother I may add. She just nodded. I could see the glint of water in her eye that if she spoke she'd bust out in tears. I just gave her a slight awkward hug and walked out of the room that kept me strong, down the hall that I had to sneak out to keep away from my mother, into the front of the school that gave me a new heart, into the car that kept my child memories with Spencer alive.


Ana banana! Guess what mommy and I did today!” Spencer called to me as he got into the car. “What Spencer Dencer?” I asked, giving him a smile. I knew what he did. Him and his mother went to a mother son singing competition. “Momma sung the song Check Yes Juliet!” Spencer commented with the biggest smile I'd ever seen on his face. The one thing that I kept away from Spencer was my feeling of sadness. I wouldn't care if it was my dog Monkey dieing I would keep a smile on my face for him. I told him that was great, keeping a smile on my face. Check Yes Juliet was the song my father was singing to me once he died.


“Anastasia?” My mother called from the front seat. I sat in the back. I hated wearing a seat belt so my mother and I made a deal. If I sat in the back I didn't have to wear a seat belt. I think she was shocked that I remembered. “Yes?” I answered back. “I missed you.” She said with no emotion. I understand why I mean I left her with that big house that held so much emotion that involved my father. I told her I missed her also, but she didn't say anything else. It was going to be a long car ride. She had her classical music playing that bored me to death. I pulled my phone out and put on Daughtry.


You used to talk to me like I was the only one around, I used to breath without a doubt.


Spencer Jude, he made me want to live my younger life again. No matter how much sadness was left behind with it.

Chapter Two

I'm coming home, to the place where I belong!” I sung to the top of my lungs in my room. I was home. “Where your love has always been enough for me. . “ The place where Spencer lived not even 18 feet away. “I'm going home, to the place where I belong, I’m not running from ohhhh you think you got me all wrong.” Spencer. He's the only thing that me built up. But once he got me all built up, he tore me down.


I was starting school again today. Mom said she had a special surprise for me. Woohoo! Please, note the sarcasm. It was 6:30, I don't know why mom had me up this early. I mean I was already up for an hour since I had to take a shower. No I don't take freakishly long showers, I had to go for my run. And yes I do run every morning. It helps me clear my head. But when I told my mother that I was going for a run she thought she did something wrong. I honestly don't understand what goes through her mind.


Once I finally dried off I put on a pair of Apple Bottom skinny jeans that hugged my curves, and a non-designer blue v-neck. But it wasn't a like blue you seen everyday but it wasn't a like greenish blue. It was an amazing color that I hadn't seen before. I left my hair down, put some hardener in it to make my curls hold all day and put my bangs in bobby pins on the top of my head. I put light makeup on, just eye-liner and eye-shadow with lip-gloss. Put a pair of my air Jordan’s on and headed downstairs to talk to my mother about my 'surprise' which if my mother asks, I'm excited about! Yay! But before I could get into the kitchen where my mother was, but also another person I couldn't say who. All I heard was 'do you think she'll remember me' and my mother saying 'of course how could she forget you?' Before I could hear the other person reply I decided i'd see my mother's surprise and be happy! “I'm done.” I said as I entered the kitchen. My mother's eyes got wide like she was trying to hold back tears. “Anastasia, you just got home! You can't leave again!” She shouted at me. I held my hands up in defense and busted out laughing. Like clutching my stomach because your laughing so hard.


“Mom, I meant I was finished getting ready.” I said in between breathes. Still laughing. I heard a light chuckle behind my mother, I raised my eyebrows eying at my mother. “Oh! Of course! Ana, honey, do you remember a boy named Spencer?” She asked me. Ha- only if she knew. “Uh, sure?” I asked. Trying to sound clueless. It worked. As I answered my mother moved out of my way, to show a very tall, very lean Spencer with a frown on his beautiful face. I mean I thought that I had amazing emerald green eyes. Mine didn't stand a chance against Spencer. He moved off the counter getting closer to me offering a hand, while saying “Hey, I'm Spencer. I live next door. We used to hang.” As he got to the last sentence he gave me a small sad smile. I just nodded, turned to my mother. “This is my surprise?” I asked. Emphasizing the 'this'. She just nodded and told us to get going. Spencer didn't argue just left towards the unfamiliar car in the front of my house. It was a white Ranger Rover. I walked to my coffee table in the living room to get my graffiti backpack. Turning to the front door which was still open I seen Spencer standing at the door for the passenger. I walked out the door, looking towards the window in the living room, seeing a little piece of the curtain was open. Spencer was playing with his hands when I got to his car. He looked up to me, giving me a shy smile. I gave him one in return as he opened my door, I got in. Eying him edgy. I mean I just met him today since two years. He could have turned into a phys for all I know. “So, you really don't remember me?” He asked me once he got in the car and started heading for school. “I do. I just wish I didn't.” I said rudely. He totally forgot about me when he got all his new friends. “Ouch, you got my heart on that one Ana Banana.” He said with a smile tugging on the side of his mouth. I could help it, once we got to the school I pulled him to me. “I missed you Spencer Denser.” He hugged me back and kissed my forehead once we got out of the hug. Giving me a sad smile again, turning off the car and getting out of it.


Once I got out of the car I didn't wait for him I just walked to the front of the school into the office not turning back to see If he noticed that I left. I mean it's not like this is the first time I left. I left two years ago with nothing but memories with me. But he doesn't know that. Right when I was about to open the door to the school I heard my name being called. Which is strange since only Spencer knew it was me. I turned around to see Asher. Her corny self in her short blonde hair that got shorter as it got more towards the back with her blue eyes, the saddest part is, that she's shorter then me. But I can understand I mean shes only in like 9th grade or 10th. I cant remember, sadly. “Hey Ash, do you go here?” I asked her, she nodded with a huge smile on her face. We walked to the office, not seeing Spencer the whole time. Once we got to the office there was a couple people in there, not new I think because they were talking to each other like they knew them. Once the other people cleared out I got to the front of the desk where a man maybe fresh out of college was sitting. “May I help you?” He asked, sweetly with a smile on his face. “Uh, yeah. My names Anastasia Peterson, and that's Asher Starr. We're new students and we were wondering if we could get our schedule?” I asked, sweetly back to him, smiling even I think. I mean not in a flirting way, that would be weird. He just nodded his head typing something into the computer. After a while of waiting while he typed he finally said, with a smile “I'll be back in a moment I just had to print off the papers.” Asher and I just nodded. Its not like we know where to go. I would if I had our schedule, but Asher wouldn't. After about a minute or two the guy at the desk came back holding out two sheets of papers for us. I handed Asher's hers and I got my own. Duh. I had Ms. Casey for World History, Mr. Berglund for Algebra, Mrs. Corey for English and finally Ms. Foy for science. I wasn't sure what Asher had and I don't think she cared either, she was to busy flirting with the desk man. I had English first so I started to head there, getting stopped by a very hard chest.


“Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to-” Before I could even finish my sentence I got interrupted by the jock himself. Blake Mendez. “Oh it's okay. Where are you going?” He's the same Blake I remembered, straight forward and pushy. “Corey. How about you?” I asked, trying to seem nice. Lucky me, he told me he had the same class as me, and he'd show me to it! Yay! Please, again note the sarcasm.


As we got closer to the classroom while the awkward silence still lingered, Blake finally spoke up. “I'm Blake Mendez, you?” He asked looking down towards me. “Anastasia. Anastasia Peterson.” I said looking up to him. No I mean I thought Spencer was tall. He was like an ant compared to Blake. “That's a beautiful name.” he said once we got to the room. As the 'gentlemen' he was, he opened the door and let me in first. I walked to the 40 year old women sitting at a desk, “Um ma'am? I'm Anastasia Peterson.” I said. She didn't even look up to greet me. “Just sit somewhere.” She sneered at me. Okay bitch play it that way. I thought once I took a seat in the back of the class. In the corner so hopefully no one seen me.

Chapter Three

Spencer's P.O.V

I sat in my car, just watching her go. She doesn't know how much she destroyed me when she left. I don't even understand why she left. But I do like her glasses, but she put a golden blonde color to her hair, well it was mostly blonde except at her roots. It was cute. She was cute. I missed her so much. But I just couldn't shake the feeling that she got the new makeover, because of me. I mean, yes I know I was pretty harsh on her telling her we can't talk in public, but we still could have talked outside of school, at her house, people are always stopping over mine.
After, sitting in my car, Ana finally went inside with another new girl, how funny was that. I walked over to my group of friends, and of course they were talking about Ana. "Damn, Spence, have you seen the new girl? Well, the taller one?" Avery was practically drooling when he said that, he just can't keep it in his pants for more then a day. . . How sad.

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This is dedicated to my friend, Sara. Who stood by me during all the late night phone calls talking about quitting. I love you, Sara. Thank you.