I'm back, everyone! I really hope you guys like this one better, I worked so hard for it. Don't worry; the storyline wasn't altered too much. Just a little. Please do read and review. I really care about your feedback. xoxo


Perfect hair, rich, a gorgeous figure with looks to match… you could use these words to describe seventeen year old Allison Dawson, who lived in a mansion in the south of Miami; usually without the company of her parents. Yeah she's popular, has friends, and living the life almost every girl basically wants… but as usual in every story, everyone has their own flaws.

Ally Dawson screams at a pitch high enough to break glass. "Ingrid! Why isn't my breakfast on my plate?!"

The cook shifts uncomfortably, slightly annoyed. "Because I haven't made it yet, ma'am"

"And why is that?" Ally pushes on, intent on wrecking the other's composure.

"I'll get right on it"

"Yes you will. Make it crepes please" She might have accidentally on purpose picked up the polished porcelain plate with her thumb and index finger and let it drop to the floor. Ingrid flinches, startled at the deafening sound it produced while it shattered to tens of pieces, slightly chipping the tiled kitchen floor. "Oops" Ally puts on a sickly fake smile before leaving the kitchen, and an enraged Ingrid.

Getting to her room in the big mansion wasn't something to fret over. It was just on the second floor of the house, right above her head. The teenager scurries up the marble staircase, not wasting barely a second to slam her bedroom door behind her, different shades of pink and purple invading her eyelids. She wavered to and fro through space fast enough to start a draft, brainstorming what she'd wear that day. This was going to be her first day in the senior year at her school, and she'd stop at nothing to impress once again. Best Friends or not, Cassidy Simms and Brooke O'Clare can be as venomous as a rattlesnake if you get them to be. It doesn't even matter if their grounds are against you. On the other hand, it wouldn't hurt to impress her boyfriend, Dallas Centineo, and all her other admirers that may be watching.

Ally finally decides on a ruffled sleeve top and a floral print mini-skirt. She throws in her signature brown designer boots to jazz things up a bit. Problem is, she isn't feeling up to getting them all out, so she summons up a maid.

Face back to the door which she hears click open and shut behind her, she calls, "Coco? Is that you?"

"It's Cecilia, Miss. But you can call me Ce-" the servant tries to correct but is cut off by a dismissal wave of perfectly manicured fingers.

"I can't find the outfit I'm looking for" She barges. "Did you get my laundry mixed up again?" She ignores the fact that if she actually checked, she'd surely find it in the organized closet.

"I d-don't know, Miss" Cecelia struggles with her words. "I'll check myself just to be sure. What are you looking for exactly?"

The teenage girl rolls her eyes, clearly bored with the conversation. "Ruffled sleeve top, my miniskirt- the one with the flowers on it- and brown boots"

This time she doesn't wait for the maid to answer her again before disappearing into the open bathroom door.


Breakfast should have been a whole lot better, putting aside the fact of her parents' absence at the table, and the almost thick silence that enveloped around her. Notice how I used 'almost'?

As she picks up her fork her ears also pick up the sound of indistinct low chatter, precisely across her from the small circle of maids in her company. Chatter that wasn't low enough for comfort. The words 'spoiled brat', 'stuck up snob', 'pain in the butt' were very much audible. The helps weren't exactly skilled in the art of whispering.

Filled with raw rage, Ally uses her wrist to swipe across wherever she could reach at the table she sat at, sending down a clear glass of orange juice, a flower vase, and none other than a plate of crepes with barely a bite taken out of them. "SHUT UP!" She screams at the top of her lungs, eyeballing the trio. Faster than lightening, Ally leaves the room and goes out the front door, her eyes meeting with the chauffeur wearing that all too familiar black bowler hat.

"You're ready already, Miss?" he opens the backseat of the Porsche politely.

The girl huffs, striding to the open car door, "Obviously"

Her parents don't take her to school. They barely even see each other at all. The cause was between them going to work really early and coming back extremely late, loads of business trips, and their highly parasitic relationship as a family. She didn't really have the best relationship with them. Or at all, even.

The large crafted iron gates open as the car exits their villa and rides on into the normal world. She wonders if she's ready for the senior year. If the way she envisioned it in her imagination would actually become reality. You tend to imagine a lot of things when you're nerve-wrecked. Her fingers absent-mindedly tangle themselves in a thick lock of her hair, twirling and twirling and twirling around.

The car stops abruptly, forcing her to blink away shades of daydream from her eyes. She looks out the tainted window shield, seeing dozens of students loiter around the grounds and filing into the building.

"We're here, Miss" the older man informs, tipping his hat forward with curtsy and getting out to open her side of the car.

Ally takes her right leg out first, which is soon followed by her left. She walks carefully, counting her steps one after the other, intent on not reliving the face plant she had back in Middle School unto to cold rough pavement. It had taken months to get over the humiliation. But footstep counting was really irrelevant since Cassidy and Brooke countered her, nearly knocking her over. It almost seemed like they'd been hiding behind the columns like predators stalking their prey.

"It took you long enough" Brooke huffs, flipping her mustard brown hair over her shoulder.

"Sorry about that" Ally makes a weak apology, re-decorating her lips with a fresh layer of shimmery lip-gloss.

"No more time wasting" Cassidy's clear blue eyes almost bulge out of her forehead. "I hope you haven't forgotten we have tradition to fulfill"

The formal mention of tradition had the group leader dazed for a minute, but her features are soon drawn to a knowing smirk. There's this supermodel runway impersonation thing they've always been doing on the first day of school in the hallway since the sophomore year, when they hit the top of the food chain. They've been marked for it already. "How could I forget?" Ally makes the first move through the school double doors and her group follow suit.

The process happens almost automatically. As soon as those doors swung in that overly dramatic way, all the students in the hall, particularly juniors, had the way cleared for Marino's much known aristocratic females. Well, all except one.

This brave boy with a navy blue hoodie tests Ally's patience when he passes by her, nudging her body forward so sharply she almost tripped. Numbered gasps sound through the walls dozens of eyes peering at the queen, expecting her to do something.

"Hey! Didn't you see us standing right there?" She demands, a scowl crowding up her face.

The boy turns his head care freely, only a mocking smirk visible through the hood. "Yeah. I'm pretty sure I did"

She almost chokes on her own spit.

A light chuckle breaks in the crowd, then another, and three others, until the hall has turned into a laughing mass. Dozens of laughs… all directed at her. It was middle school all over again.

She watches the boy get mixed in with the crowd until he was out of sight with clear disgust. "Who's that?" Her attention is drawn back to the two standing with her.

Brooke gives a wide-eyed stare and Cassidy shrugs her shoulders. "I don't know" she says obliviously.

Ally purses her lips so tight they morph into a thin line. She opens her mouth to say something spiteful but is cut off by the bell. She sighs instead. "I have to go now. I've got English"

One of the two nods and the other flips her streaked blonde hair. "Bye" she says.

Ally wrestles through the swarm of teenagers, who seemed to be playing a game of tug of war with her. She is almost out of breath when she finally gets to her class. Heaven knows why they haven't put hall-surfing as a certified sport in the Olympics. The seat beside hers is empty; the one that was previously occupied by Susan Fisher, a weird little nutshell in her own world. She hoped this year she'd be given a better selection of a seat neighbor. The teacher, Mrs. Halles makes an entrance almost immediately.

"Okay, class. I welcome you to a new school year at Marino High" she begins with this chirpy sing-song tone of hers. "I hope you all already know this year is going to be very different. You'll be doing you SAT's, filling forms for your future colleges…" She stops seeing our bored and blank expressions. "Anyway, I'd like to introduce you all to our new exchange student"

A tall boy, around six feet or so, enters the class, wearing an all too familiar dark blue hoodie.

"Please do pull down your hoodie so they see you properly" Mrs. Halles tells him, but he pretends not to hear. She eventually has to stand on her tip toes and pull it off herself. A mess of shaggy straw-blonde hair is revealed, along with a pair of light hazel eyes and a not so friendly frown. "Do you mind introducing yourself?" She whisper-coaxes him, but he ignores again. The teacher forces a fake smile. "His name is Austin Moon, and he will be spending the rest of the year with us. Anyone want to say hello to Austin?" Ally wasn't sure if it was the class' lack of enthusiasm or the death wish Austin was granting them that made them stay silent, but they were either way. Mrs. Halles gives up the Sunshine act, clearly frustrated. "Go find a seat" she tells Austin gesturing to the rest of the class.

Ally watches his gaze waver through the class, until they rest on the empty seat beside her, then it shifts a little to the left and rests on her. Their looks of disgust to each other were almost identical. He looks back at the empty seat and takes another reassuring glance through the class for another empty seat. Unfortunately, there were none.

Mrs. Halles frowns. "Go sit down. I have to begin my lesson"

And Ally silently curses herself as he walks over and sits on the desk next to her. Right now, she would be more than willing for a switch back with Susan Fisher.


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