The story will be filled with Canadian stereotypes (within reason) and probable Karma and Liam hate. This is something I'm writing for my own sheer entertainment; if there are factual inaccuracies, please forgive them and move on, unless it's massive. Points of view will possibly change throughout. Thanks, and enjoy! I don't own anything.

At first glance, a random stranger would think this to be a completely rash and unplanned move. More specifically, what sixteen year old girl with only a couple thousand dollars to her name would intentionally make her way to an entirely new country after "just" sleeping with her best friend's boyfriend in a drunken haze?

That would be Amy Raudenfeld, who actually thought the whole escapade through very thoroughly. Or, as thoroughly as any sixteen year old girl can. And, standing in the Customs line at the Calgary International Airport, she's very proud of herself for making it this far.

She chose Calgary for three main reasons:

It has one of the best job markets in the country, and while housing opportunities were slim, she felt she could make do. Plus it's a hell of a lot cheaper to live in than Toronto or Vancouver.

It's in the same time zone as Texas. Well, mostly. No jet lag there. It also has the same environment (a.k.a landlocked with a dry atmosphere).

It was supposedly the most Texas-like place in Canada. It does have the Calgary Stampede, after all.

Amy checked her watch; 10:42 pm. It was approximately 3 weeks, 3 days, 8 hours and 41 minutes since Amy had confessed to Karma that it was actually her who was Liam's latest conquest. 3 weeks, 3 days, 8 hours and 39 minutes since Karma had shouted bloody murder at her and declared Amy dead to her. Afterwards, she went to Reagan, because hey, fuck it. In for a penny, in for a pound.

Reagan told her to leave and didn't say anything else. She didn't respond to Amy's desperate calls and texts, and for the second time in the same year, Amy's heart was broken by a girl she loved. Her mother was still in a foul mood since Amy started dating another female – she clearly hadn't "grown out of this lesbian phase" – and wasn't much in the mood for talking. Adding in Lauren's bitchiness (she really thought they had been making progress; what the fuck did Theo do anyways?) and the fact that the entire school now hated her existence for supposedly destroying Karma, Amy had had enough.

So she did her research, and decided that she couldn't stay in the country; if they found her and dragged her back, that would be a Hell on earth like no other. She quietly withdrew all the savings from her bank account every few days. She prepared herself for the move, for a new identity: fake ID (Shane had actually come in handy for once); fake glasses; pieces of clothing her mother owned but she had never worn until now, plus a few favourites; her savings; a few mementos she had to bring with her, and her iPod and charger. She didn't have anything else. Amy had already gone to sketchy tech shop and declared that if they would wipe the hard drive on her laptop completely clean, with no trace whatsoever left on it, with the promise to never reveal she was here, they could keep the computer. Of course, the owner gladly agreed. She threw her phone into a pond at some golf course the night she left. The bloody thing never worked anyhow.

She had called her mom and told her to fuck off, that she was staying over at Reagan's for the night, since Farrah had never bothered to listen to Amy's tale of how she now had two ex-girlfriends. She was certain her mother wouldn't notice she was gone for a least a day; if Amy was being honest with herself, it would be at least two, and if she was lucky (or brutally unlucky, depending on the perspective), it could be closer to a week. No one would suspect a thing until she was long gone.

She hopped on a bus to San Antonio, then quietly made her way into a bathroom and dyed her hair a light brown with some cheap ass spray. It wasn't great, but it would last until she had a shower to completely dye it in. She threw on a beanie, her fake glasses and played on the heartstrings of a mother with two young children that her wallet had been stolen, and had no way of getting to the airport. Once there, she boarded a plane to Calgary (with a layover in Vancouver), with 286 other people, with a new name and new appearance.

Amy looked at her fake ID as she handed it to the official at the desk. Her new "official" name was Jessie Owens.

"Welcome to Canada, miss."The older man's voiced broke her out of her reverie as she received her identification back. Amy couldn't stop the grin that spread across her face as she stepped away from the Customs line. She was cleared. She was free. She was bloody fucking exhausted, but she was finally here. Amy Raudenfeld had vanished into thin air in Texas, just as a young woman named Jessie Owens arrived in Calgary.