Yeah, yeah, it's been done before I know, but I hope this story has a little individuality in it. I'm not sure about the plot line so please tell me what you think.

Ally's p.o.v:

I walked slowly down the corridors of my school. My eyesight not lifting from my old, tattered converse. It was quite early, so luckily I could mind my own business without getting crap from the people who are known as 'the populars' actually scrap that, getting crap from every single person in the whole entire school! But people usually they all wait until Austin moon and his…henchmen to arrive before they say anything to me, just so Austin can acknowledge their assistance.

Austin moon, even his stupid name tastes like poison in my mouth. Behind the bright blonde hair, sparkly eyes and perfect skin he was, excuse my language, an asshole. He was your usual king of high school, the one like in the movies. He'd have every girl eating out of the palm of his hand, he's 'hot' and he has his little queen to follow him around like a lost puppy. That was the reason why I hated him. Despite the fact the fact he makes my life a living hell, he's also goddamn perfect! Seriously, he's got the looks, he's popular and he has the time to actually get good grades, I wouldn't be surprised if he could fly! He really roasts my nuts.

"Ally Dawson, can you hear me?" a voice screamed into my ear. I broke from my daydream and turned around to see my best friend; Trish. Trish wasn't like me, she can't keep her emotions inside of her, she has to show them. She's not the person to mess with, there were even rumours going around that she killed someone after they called her a bad name. Of course they weren't true though, I think.

Me and Trish made an agreement 3 years ago, we could hang out before school, after school and weekends. Basically when no one could see her with me. She's tried to change my mind about it a billion times but I don't want her getting the crap I do.

I smiled at her. "Hey Trish, how was your weekend?" I asked, putting my books into my locker, taking out my black song book. She shrugged at me.

"Same old, same old, how's your dad?" she asked giving me a sympathetic smile. I smiled back and closed my locker.

"He's you know, still refusing treatment" I replied my voice cracking in places.

My dad has leukaemia and refused to accept treatment 2 months ago, because apparently it's 'his time to go'. My fathers not a quitter, he's just sick of feeling so ill all the time. He can barely move, he just lays all day in bed. I take care of him when I'm not in school. The doctors are trying to get legal rights to give him the treatment with his permission but they told me not to get my hopes too high. The only people who knows about are Trish and my teacher; miss swallow, she's the only teacher in the school I can trust. She caught me crying in the janitors closet a month ago, so I told her the whole story about my dad. She told me to keep my head held high and to keep praying. Ever since that she's kept an eye on me.

She groaned at me "Ally, you're 16, you can't spend your teen years looking after your dad" she whined. I rolled my eyes and leaned against the lockers.

"What else am i supposed to do? He's my dad and he's...dying, i can't just sit there and watch" i replied, turning my head to the floor.

Trish pulled me into a short, friendly hug. I hugged back and we both pulled away. "You better go, pretty boys gonna' be here any minute" I said with a small smile.

'Pretty boy' is mine and Trish's nickname for Austin. I genially pushed her the opposite way to where I was heading.

"Ally, when are you going to let me give him what's coming to him?" she whined. I laughed and rolled my eyes at her.

"On the 31st of February" I replied, while walking to my homeroom.

She shut her locker, counting on her fingers. "Hey, there is no 31st of February" she yelled at me. I turned around and gave her a thumbs up.

"Exactly" I yelled back.

"Come on Ally, think!" I whispered/yelled to myself. I tapped my pen impatiently on my book. I guess my inspiration today was late. I couldn't think of one single verse.

I put my pen to the paper and began to write.

Dear diary,

What the fish sticks is wrong with me today?! I can't write one single verse. I think I'm a little distracted today, maybe I got too much sun over the weekend, wait, I didn't even go out over the weekend! Maybe it's because Austin moon hasn't said anything to me today? That' s it! Nothing at all. He just walked straight past me with a stupid smirk on his stupid face. I'm terrified for what he' s got in plan for me. Whenever he never says anything to me it normally end up being bad, horrible. Last time he locked me out of school when it was pouring it down, I ended up getting soaked and I got a detention for being late to class. Why does he hate me so much?! I swear I've done nothing to him.

Lots of love, Ally x

The bell rang minutes later, I sighed and packed my things away. My plan was to get into the cafeteria without pretty boy seeing me. That plan didn't go very well when I bumped right into him, causing us both to fall. Oh no this isn't going to be pretty.