Hey y'all =) I'm FeelingGood101 and this is my first story so YAY! =D
PS: I don't own Austin and Ally. (You're supposed to do these, right?)
EDIT: Hi there, this is FeelingGood101 from the present. I've come back to Fanfiction, and I have decided to continue this story. I edited this chapter, but stay tuned for the edit of the second! Mwah xx
CHAPTER 1: BEFORE CLASS
"Ouch," thought the boy as he reached up to rub the sore spot on his shoulder that had been shoved just a few seconds ago. His second day at school, and already he had at least two bruises due to his "fellow" classmates.
Sure, he was taller than most, but when Josh Mason, star football player of Marino High, needed to get to class, you either get the hell out of the way or you get pushed into the lockers.
"Josh Mason," scowled the boy, thinking about freshman year when he spent every lunch hour eating his PB&J in the janitor's closet to escape the buff, blonde jock. No matter how similar they looked, Mason was simply a freaking wreck, and he, well...he was just the geek. The geek no girl liked, the geek who couldn't live a day without getting insulted at or pushed over.
And with pleasant thought in mind, Austin Moon pushed up his glasses, took a deep breath, and walked into English.
Shades of brown, blue and green were all she could see as she looked at the eyes that were were all focused on her.
Is there something on my face..? She continued walking down the hallway, hands clasped and glancing over her shoulder a few times to check if they were still looking. Yup.
Reaching her locker, Allison "Ally" Dawson lowered her eyes and briskly turned her combination. Upon moving her head slightly to the side, she noticed a pimply redhead staring with his mouth wide open. Ally shot her head back into her locker and possibly hoped that if she stayed in there would suddenly cause everybody else to look away.
"Move out, comin' though!" A voice is heard from the ends of the hallway. Instead of directing their attention to the neon-donning Latina princess, all eyes remained fixed on Ally. Not used to the unattention, Trish de la Rosa slowed her gait and came to a stop at Ally's locker.
Immediately, Ally faces Trish and gave her a "look." Now, most people do not know this look, and will simply perceive it as just another quirk to the lost list of quirks that was Ally Dawson. But Trish knew better: they've been best friends since kindergarten! This face was a clear Who-are-these-people-and-why-are-they-staring-at-me-like-I'm-an-alien- from-planet-Julaenoo?
She was met with no response, due to the fact that the Latina standing in front of her was frozen, almost in shock.
"Trish? Trish?!" inquired the brunette, feeling about as self-conscious as a clown at the mayor's dinner party.
Breaking out of her stupor, Trish, with wide eyes, replied, "Ally, you got..."