A/N; Okay so in my story "Is it just acting?" I know I have about three billion spelling errors and I'm sorry about that. Can't say it wont happen again be I'll be sure to proof read. By the way; this story goes out to one of my closest friends3

Chapter one; New school, New life.

This year, I was a new girl. I no longer had to wear my glasses because my Mom finally realized that there was a such thing as contacts. And, I got my braces took off. Which was perfect since I just moved back and was starting a new school and all.

Degrassi; From what my cousin says there was some big drama there last year and that's how it became what it was today. It used to be were you could wear whatever, but now, uniforms where implied. Which is why my Mom was sending me there.

I stared at myself in the mirror. I never looked good in blue. I had on blue jeans of course. My ID around me neck. It felt weird. I felt like I was ready to go work at Walmart or something.

I brushed my long blond hair. I had never been able to get it straight, it was always wavy and annoying.

"Bliss, you have ten seconds" My Mom yelled from downstairs. "Coming!" I yelled back and grabbed my backpack. Time to start a new life.

I stared at the school, obviously scared to go inside. There were police at the door and they were checking everyone's bag. But my Mom was still sitting in her car, her eyes burning holes in the back of my head. So I walked.

I got past the police easily. Its not like I had anything anyways.

I found my locker after walking around aimlessly. Seeing everyone, they all looked...unhappy. Which I guess I understood. Their school used to be someplace where they could come and be themselves. And now for an act of a few people, all of that had changed for them. It was sad. No matter how you looked at it.

I got everything settled and grabbed my book for my first class. Algebra, if only I could possibly skip. Of course that wasn't like me. But I'd do anything to get out of Algebra. Anything.

I made it out alive surprisingly. Only to be greeted with halls of teens who where destined to get there things and go to their next class. I was pretty much getting stepped on.

"I can breath" I said as I pushed my way out of the crowd and to my locker. I heard someone laugh and I looked over. Their was this boy, in a red shirt, black jeans and a smirk. He looked so familiar to me. And it bugged me.

He seemed to be taking to another boy but my eyes, it was like they had a mind of their own. Only wanting to look at the dark headed boy. I just had to know him, from someone where.

After a dragging on non stop day of school. I was tired and yet, I still had that boy on my mind. It just wouldn't leave me alone.

When I got home. I called my cousin, she asked me too anyways.

"Tell me the gossps" She said annoyingly through the phone. I loved her but she could get on your last nerve.

"Nothing. I saw a boy I think I knew..but I don't know" I said to her slowly. I knew she'd overact and I was right.

"Oh! Look who has a crush" She said to me, singing the word 'crush' like the idiot she is.

"I never said that, I just think I know him" I told her. Then, like a struck of lightning it hit me.

I stood up, getting off my bed. "I'll call you back" I told my cousin. I wasn't really listening to her anyway. She was babbling about something. I hung up.

I dug and dug through the draws of old photos we had when I was a kid. Then I found it. An old photo of me before we moved. My braces and glasses bringing back memories. Dead memories. And I suddenly remembered. "Goldsworthy?" I asked myself.

Flash Back.

A ten year old me chasing around a dark haired boy. Elijah. Him with my glasses. I couldn't see and he wouldn't give them back to me.

"Give them, give them back. Please!" I exclaimed to him. He just smirked. That smirk. And dropped my glasses in the pool.

I couldn't swim at the time. My Mom wouldn't let me. She was a worry bot. I couldn't see, not because I lost my glasses to my next door neighbor who was a jerk. But because I was crying from all the teasing that happened after.

Hell if people say boys tease you when they like you. We must have been married.

A/N; Yes! Good? Bad? Any comments? Trust me this is going there. No pun intended on that. Now I read over. I might have a few errors but. If you love me, you'll forgive me?