Hi! I'm Cilinity! ^.^ Sooo I have one other Austin and Ally story called "When Love Takes Over" and that story is still in progress so check that out, but I thought hey I've been on Fanfiction for almost a year why not make a special story for it so that's when "Let Me In" was created. Thanks to my iPhone and some Dr. Pepper, I've created the first two chapters so let's get started with "Let Me In". (Btw, the entire story is in Ally's POV unless stated otherwise ^.^)
I am Ally Dawson and I am the definition of 'unpopular'. I have one friend name Trish and she is my best friend. I go to Orlando Hills Preparatory School. Yes, I go to prep school. However, that is going to change because as seniors Trish and I are transferring to Marino High in Miami because we currently live in Orlando. Trish and I live together with my father. Yes, it is cool to live with your best friend in the whole world. Trish's mom moved to Spain to take care of her father, who is very sick, and she decided to move in with me. See, Trish is very outgoing, popular, and beautiful and then me, well I don't think I'm that pretty even though the football quarterback, Dallas Costello, called me beautiful at homecoming last year, but now he's dating Trinity Johnson, head cheerleader and head bitch, but I had no chance with him anyway. I am just happy junior year is finally ending...
It's the last day! Last day in this disgusting uniform and last day with these people! I woke up to the wonderful sound of my phone blasting Miley Cyrus' "We Can't Stop" (1). I sat up and looked at the white duvet that was covering my legs. I ran a hand through my wavy shoulder length hair, snagging a few knotty waves. I slid and let my legs dangle over my bed and then let my feet hit the carpet underneath. I let out a heavy sigh as I maneuvered through the maze of cardboard boxes in my room. I got to the door and walked down the lengthy hallway. I banged on Trish's door. "Trish wake up! It's our last day c'mon!" I heard her moan in the emotion of defeat and then I heard her turn her shower turn on. I headed back into my bedroom and then into my bathroom. I showered, letting the warm water engulf me, the scent of pomegranate and strawberries embraced me with the invigorating steam. Once I finished I dried myself and walked into my closet across my bedroom. I went into the tiffany blue colored closet and sat on the large round white ottoman. I put my moisturizer on and put my underwear on. I slipped the white polo with our school logo over my wet ponytail. I slid the navy plaid skirt over my legs. The school skirt hit about mid-thigh so it was a little too short for my taste. I took my navy ¾-length sleeve cardigan with our school logo and buttoned over the polo. I slipped on my black ballet flats and left my closet. I walked into my bedroom and sat at my vanity table. I opened the drawer and examined my makeup. I put concealer under my eyes and then powdered my face. I put on a light pink blush and put on some mascara since we can only wear minimal makeup, even though most girls break the rule. I plugged in my curling wand and curled my hair. I slid the navy plaid headband onto my head and then sprayed my perfume on myself. I got up, smoothed out my skirt, grabbed my books and my white backpack and left with Trish for our last day of school.
When we got back, I parked my car and Trish and I got out of our car. I squinted into the bright July sun through my sunglasses. Yes, we barely get out on July 3rd, what sucks is in Miami school starts July 29th. I saw the giant moving truck my dad had said he would rent today. I grabbed my backpack and headed through the door. "Hey Dad!" I said, dropping my keys in the porcelain tray. "Hey there Mr. D" Trish chimed after me, dropping her half-empty backpack onto a barstool. "Hey girls, I need you to change and finish packing up your bedroom, the tool kit is upstairs to take the chandeliers down, if you need help just yell." He said quickly, grabbing a dresser with our neighbor Mr. Patterson. I slung my bag back over my shoulder and jogged up the stairs.
I grabbed another stack of boxes out of the hallway. I raced back into my room, sliding on the runner in the hallway. I turned my iHome on and placed my phone on it. I had packed most of room up. I pulled my duvet off my bed and folded it, putting it in a box when I was done. I packed up the rest of my bedding. Trish and I helped each other carry mattresses, box springs, and headboards down to the truck. She helped me carry my bed's foundation downstairs because it was big; it was a queen-sized bed after all. I carried all my boxes downstairs to the truck. Mr. Peterson and my dad carried my dresser, my giant round ottoman, and then my piano downstairs. Trish helped me get my chandeliers down from my bedroom, bathroom, and closet. I helped her finish packing. Once we had finished packing, I sat on the hardwood floor of what used to be my bedroom. I examined my pink and white diamond patterned walls. I examined the emptiness. This was the bedroom I grew up in, I cried in here, my mother and I spent time in here before she left us. This was no longer a house, it was my home and I have to leave it, it's for my own good that I leave Orlando.
At around 1 am we were completely done packing. My dad decided for the night we would stay in a hotel and then leave the next morning. When we got the hotel Trish and I shared a room. I was immediately engulfed in the serenity of sleep when I hit the bed.
I woke up to Trish shaking me awake. I groaned at her and hit her with a pillow. I got up and tied my hair into a ponytail. We met up with my dad at the breakfast bar in the hotel lobby. We then made our way to Orlando.
When we arrived, I immediately began painting my room again. I put the same pattern in my actually bedroom and then painted my closet and bathroom mint. My dad brought our beds upstairs. I place my mattress and box spring on the bed frame. I then started moving everything into my bedroom.
*Time changes abruptly, sorry, explanation in AN*
Summer is a bummer. I have two weeks of vacation left and don't know what to do. I decided to start going back to school shopping. I went with Trish to the mall of Miami to buy some new clothes. I wanted be a completely different person at Marino High, I wanted to fit in.
When Trish and I came home, I threw my bags onto the floor. I then threw myself onto my bed. I kicked my feet onto the air, my flip-flops hitting the wall. At that moment, I heard loud clash. I got up surprised. The wall my shoes had hit was fine but on my nightstand, the picture of my mom and me was cracked down the middle of my face. I took as nothing and just took the picture out and threw the frame away.
*Time changes abruptly, sorry, explanation in AN*
It's orientation day for Trish and I. I decided to wear a white and nude lace bandeau top. I picked out a beige lace mini skirt that went to my waist. I wore a white cardigan over it with natural colored TOMS (2). I straightened out my hair so you could see the lighter ombre effect I had in it. I put on a flower head band but left my bangs in my face. I then did my makeup. I walked out of my room to check on Trish. She was in the bathroom straightening out her crazy curls. "Hey there beautiful." I chimed, walking into her bedroom, and sitting on her bed. She popped her head out of the bathroom and opened her mouth wide. "Who are you calling beautiful Ms. Hottie?! When you said you wanted to be beautiful this year you weren't kidding." She said looking me up and down. "Aww thanks but you're the beautiful one look at you." I said examining her outfit. She was wearing zebra print leggings, a hot pink sleeveless blouse, and black TOMS. She straightened her wild curly hair to a pin and pulled it back with a hot pink headband. Her makeup was put on on point. I went downstairs with Trish. She sat down at the barstool with a nervous look. "What's up?" I asked her intrigued as to why she was nervous. "Well I don't do well with new schools, what if we have no classes together?" She replied to me. "You'll be fine! I should be the one worried, if you look up nobody or ugly in dictionary you see my face." I exclaimed dramatically, pointing at my face. She laughed and we left for our orientation.
When we got back from the orientation, I was tired. Trish and I had two classes together. We had AP Physiology and AP Calculus together. We had lunch together of course. I walked into my bedroom and sat on the edge of my bed. I looked over at the unframed phot of me and my mom and gasped. Through my face was scratch marks crossing me out of the picture. I took the picture and hid it in my dresser drawer. I shook the scary thoughts out of my head and walked into my closet. I peeled my clothes off and changed into my pajamas. They consisted of really short shorts and a tank top. When I changed, I brushed out my hair and put it in a top knot. I then removed my makeup. When I was done I set my phone alarm for 6:30 am and snuggled into my duvet; hoping and dreaming that the first day at Marino tomorrow is gonna treat me better than this house currently is.
Soooo what did you guys think of the first chapter? Please review, follow, and favorite! I'm gonna upload chapter two when I'm done with it completely. So I hope you guys liked it. I love you and bye bye ^.^
~Cilinity
Disclaimer:
1: I don't own that song (I love it though)
2: I don't own Toms
3: I don't own Austin and Ally even though I wish I did.