So this is my first fanfic and I am not some over obsessed Austin and Ally fan but I do like the personality traits and I think there is less a chance of people stealing my story on here then fictionpress so here I am leave comments and feedback I would appreciate it!

I do not own Austin and Ally!

The wind whips my hair around my face and ruffles my shirt. I shiver and consider if it would be better just to skip school. I could go home watch Pride and Prejudice while eating some Ben and Jerry's. I could start a fire in the fire place and make some oatmeal chocolate chip cookies my favorite. I shake the thought away I'm Ally Dawson daughter of Ron Dawson the famous retired violinist the girl who gets all the good grades and doesn't fight back. I sigh as I trudge along the familiar jaded tan sidewalk with dead weeds poking in between the cracks. Leaves crumbling into nothingness and stems hanging lifelessly over the sidewalk.

I prepare myself for the nightmare I am about to walk into the place where I get no relief from my captors. I swing my hands back and forth as I hum a tune I had stuck in my head morning long. I let it linger though I need some kind of beat to march to as I parade to my final of battle and well definitely die.

I see the school in my peripherals its brown and red brick pattern mocking me with every step I take. I t put my walls of indifference up and my shields of hurt surround me to protect as much as they can.

I push through the doors the halls are already buzzing and I duck my head trying to get to my locker unseen. Apparently some people have different ideas seen as they quickly surround me shouting mirthless statements.

"Hey if isn't daddy's girl!"

"Have you looked in a mirror lately?"

"I thought you had money what's with the ugly clothes?"

"Obviously she has some kind of charm to hold up her rep of being a whore!"

I wonder if they actually think what they say is original and funny. I try to ignore them and the pang of hurt in my heart as I weave my way through the throngs of shouting people. Some ignore me others don't even know me and some pay too much attention to me.

I go to my classes no one really pays much attention me in the back of my AP classes they're all nerds anyways. So I become another voiceless zombie and blend in as much as possible. I can't help but blame my father for this if he didn't baby me as much and didn't act like a rich snob I bet they would completely ignore me which is fine. I would rather be an invisible commoner who doesn't get invited to parties and doesn't have friends then a vulnerable prey to the many predators of my school. when I walk into the lunch room I scurry to my table and eat my lunch while quietly reading my book. More people walk by me sneering at me and saying thoughtless petty things as they walk by. I try blocking them out but it gets harder as lunch draws to the end and I almost lose my cool when one of them makes a snide comment about the absence of a mother ion my life. When lunch is over I hurry to finish the rest of my classes and almost yell out of joy when the rings signaling the end of the day.

I need to get out quick before all the jocks and popular guys come out and before my shift starts at my dad's music shop. I have to pass the hallway where most jocks and their friends walk down to get to the gym and I made the mistake one time of getting out late.

I no longer have that white shirt or really anything that was left of the assemble I wore that day. And I had giant bruise on my left shoulder blade from the locker they shoved me into.

I am almost out when I collide with what seems a moving brick wall. I groan my head ached.

"Watch it!" a cruel voice hisses at me.

I look up into chocolate brown pools that held a depth of mystery to them. He had blond hair that looked like he just got out of bed. I recognized him immediately it was Austin Moon the town's bad boy. He was known for all the fights he had been in he was always angry and irked the kind of person you don't cross. And I just ran into him undoubtly pissing him off.

Well that's just perfect.