Hello everyone! This story is going to be relatively short. I imagined it as a short story of six chapters. I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 1: First Day

"Are you sure you have everything honey? Do you have all your binders, pencils, pens? Summer work, cell phone?"

I chuckled slightly as my mother bombarded me with questions, in fear I might forget something on my first day of school. She does this every year.

"Yes mom I have everything. Keep in mind it's the first day. I probably won't be doing that much work. Expect in my A.P classes." I trailed off. Hoping she wouldn't hear the last part.

"What are you talking about? I thought all your classes were A.P." She asked puzzled with her hands on her hip. I instantly became nervous. A.P classes meant everything to her and my dad. Hopefully she wouldn't make a big deal out of it.

"Yeah, umm they had an overflow of A.P students so some of us had to stay in the average classes. But, majority of my classes are A.P. Just two of them are average."

My mother looked at me with squinted eyes as she stood there with her thinking face. Finally she shook head, as her face wore a look of disapproval. "No, that's not acceptable, you need to talk to your counselor after school about how you can get into those two A.P classes. You're not an average kid, so you won't be taking average classes.

"Mom its-""

"It's not up for discussion. You will be taking all AP classes. Anyway, you don't want to be late. Here are the keys. Study hard." My mom tossed me my keys, kissed me on the cheek and sent me on my way.

My first lessons of the day consisted of A.P chemistry, A.P U.S history and A.P calculus. I was so drained from all the work I did. It wasn't too hard, it was just super boring. I was left in a state of tedium after each period.

Sometimes I felt like the teachers would purposely try to obfuscate the lesson rather than teach it. It's like they were trying to impress us. In reality, they were just boring us. In all honesty I hate advanced placement classes. I'm taking them because my parents make me. I'm pretty smart, but I don't like school. It just comes naturally for me.

My least favorite part about A.P classes is the summer work. I can never fully enjoy my summers because I'm always be stuck inside the house slaving over book reports, and power points. There is always more work to be done. I have been taking A.P classes for as long as I can remember. Earning straight A's since 6th grade. My parents didn't start pushing me in school until I got to middle school. If I had a B in any of my classes, even for just a day, I would have to write an essay about what I am going to do to bring my grade up and why I believe school is important. I don't even want to think about the time I had a C. That was the scariest school year of my life. My 8th grade year. One of my teachers had lost the essay I turned in early. The assignment was worth 200 points. My grade dropped tremendously. I went from a 96% to a 79%. Sadly the teacher posted the grades on a Friday, leaving a horrifying weekend for me.

I tried to explain to my parents how the teacher had lost my essay but they didn't listen. They took my phone away and locked me in my room for the rest of the day. Most kids would be fine with chilling in their room for hours. I wasn't like most kids. All I had in my room were textbooks, non-fiction novels, and clothes. None of these items spiked my interest one bit. Not only was I forced to stay locked up in my room, but while in my room, I had to read and then write book reports on the novels hand picked by my dad. My mom would time me. 1 hour for each book. 30 minutes to read the book, and 30 minutes to write the report. If I went over the time limit, I would be given more books to read. My parents were both English majors, so they appreciate literature. A lot. The rest of the weekend went pretty much like that. I never turned in anything early again. My parents were insane. Well, are insane.

My fourth period class was English. The teacher began the class introducing himself and then did roll call. I rested my chin in the palm of my hand and stared aimlessly outside through the window wishing I was somewhere else. English was always my least favorite subject. Throughout the many names that were called out, including my own, one particular name pulled me out of my gaze.

"Ally Dawson!" I heard Mr. Odell, the English teacher, call out.

Ally… I thought to myself. That is a beautiful name. It's so simple and pretty.

"Here!" I heard her say. And her voice. Wow! Its was even more beautiful. So soft and angelic.

By the end of class, Mr. Odell had introduced the new project that was due this Friday. It was a partner project. I had hoped I wouldn't be stuck with some brainiac who would want to take control, or with some kid who would dump the whole project on me. I wanted someone who would spread the load evenly between the both of us. Someone I could count on. The teacher began to read the partner names out loud.

"Jasmin and Oliver"

"Trevor and James"

"Nick and Eric"

"Brady and Jasleen"

"Rachel and Dorian

"And lastly, Austin and Ally"

Yes! I screamed in my head.

"Go ahead and meet up with your partner. Introduce yourselves and talk about how you are going to present your topic." Mr. Odell instructed.

I got up from my chair and looked around for Ally. I didn't know what she looked like, so I thought I would just yell her name.

"Ally? Ally?" I yelled. As I continued to look around I bumped into a girl. She was so short I didn't see her.

"Oh, my bad." I said looking down at the beautiful brown eyed girl.

"You're fine." She smiled pulling her curly brown hair away from her face with her perfectly polished finger nails.

"Are you Ally?" I asked recognizing her voice.

"Yes I am. And you are Austin?" She pointed at me.

"That's me." I smiled.

"Alright cool, let's get started then." She said.

We sat down at the first open desks we spotted and began to discuss the project and where we would go to work on it. I suggested during lunch and after school. Not only because I wanted to spend more time with her, but because this project was due on Friday, so we needed all the time we could get. We exchanged phone numbers and addresses. I was shocked at the limited amount of contacts she had in her phone. A pretty girl like her, I assumed she would have a ton of friends. Her contact list looked like mine.

As the bell rang, everyone gathered their backpacks and raced out the door. Ally and I were the last ones in the classroom. Our conversation had drifted from the project and we ended up talking about our interests and goals in life.

"See you at lunch Austin?" She said.

"See you at lunch Ally" I confirmed.

Lunch could not come any sooner.


I held my lunch tray, and searched around the crowded cafeteria for Ally. She was so short, it would probably be smarter just to go looking for her. I walked down the aisles of the cafeteria turning my head left to right. As I turned the corner I bumped into a girl. All my food spilled on her and she was covered in nachos.

"I am so sorry Ally!" I apologized.

"Here." I grabbed tissues from the dispenser and attempted to clean off the cheese and chili that stained her blouse. I then realized I was wiping on her chest and felt immediately awkward.

"I got it from here." She giggled.

"Sorry." I apologized once more.

"It's fine, shall we sit?"

"Yeah." I said throwing away the dirty napkins that were in my hand.

I sat on the other side of her as I watched her eat her meal. I sadly watched the janitor clean my nachos up.

"You can have some of my lunch. If you want." She offered.

"Thanks" I replied taking a fry from her tray. She cut her burger in half and gave me the other half. Throughout the lunch period we mostly talked about each other. We barely discussed the project. I wanted to know more and more about this girl. She was amazing. Not many people will share their lunch with you after you spilled yours all over them. She didn't even complain about the stickiness or the horrible smell that wreaked from her blouse. She just sat there and shared her food with me.

After lunch, we came to find out we shared the same afternoon classes. We walked to the rest of our classes together. Ally made those classes bearable. After school we made plans to go over her house.

Thank you for reading! Till next time!