Grasping the idea of death was difficult.
No matter how many times you go through the entire science of it, the outcome still remains too complex to understand. How can a human being be there and then gone within seconds, especially someone who was so undeserving of it in the first place.
I'll never get it...but then again, I've never needed to.
Until now.
"So...how does it feel?" My dad asked with tension in his voice as we both make our way back home.
Honestly, Miami hasn't changed, it's still Miami. Palm trees are still there, the ocean remains and unfortunately so does my old high school. You'd think with all the hurricanes that hit florida, the school would've been at least faced some damage.
But nope.
Hell still stands.
"It feels...hot." I respond, looking back out of the window. Which wasn't wrong, the temperature was like what? 90 degrees? I can already imagine my friends in New York complaining about how unbearable the sun's rays are and that I should rush back home before I die of heat stroke.
"That's not what I meant."
Well obviously that's what I heard. My father needs to understand I'm not going to keep reading in between the lines, if you need to say something, then say it.
That thought process has become a new way of life for me. If you want it, take it. Want to do something? Do it and so forth.
I think the mindset worried my dad. Everything changed once New York was thought to be our permanent location, more specifically me. There was no more little door mat Ally, it was just Als. The girl that finally moved on from her past. The one who grew up. The one that decided to come back.
"I'm fine, if that was what you were insinuating." I smiled at him from the passenger seat. More than fine actually, ready to go to beach, start college and just not have to deal with shoveling snow anymore. Trust me when I say this, no matter how bad you think you want to see snow, it gets old, fast.
"It's just... college is a big step" he whispers.
"I think the question that should be asked is, are you going to be okay?"
"No. I wish I can lock you in your room forever."
Well that's a bit of an aggressive approach.
We were here. Miami university.
All my life, college just seemed so far away. It was something I knew was there but still felt so unattainable. After the reality tv show that was high school,I felt that this past summer was to finally cleanse myself of everything that is Ally Dawson. I wanted every last bit of her gone.
Ironic how I still came back to the place I tried to forget, only to be able to prove myself to who? There is no one left in Miami that even remembers the name Ally Dawson. I just have this gut feeling this is my second chance at a life I actually want to remember. Even though it may seem crazy.
I pushed the button to unlock the door, but the thing had the nerve to lock again.
And again.
And again.
And ag-
"Dad stop it!"
He looked at me with a bewildered expression on his face. Letting out an award winning dramatic sigh my dad was known for,"Please don't go, I'll even pay you to stay home."
"Don't make this suck more than it has to." I didn't want to cry, I was begging my heart not to get all weird and emotional. I mean...I'm literally going out for dinner with him tonight, there is no need for tears. Plus I work at Sonic Boom with him.
"I'm going to get out now. There's this thing called class that's kinda important."I continued, slowing unlocking the door while holding my father's gaze.
"Love you Ally-gator."
"Love you and please don't call me that."
"You might've grown up but you're still my kid who knocked over the entire guitar stand." And with that he drove off, leaving me there cringing.
"So how's the college life?" Taylor squealed into the other half of the phone. I missed her voice a lot more than I thought I would.
"I've been here for 15 minutes, how should I know?"
Taylor groaned and complained about how I should be there in New York with or at least sneaked her here with me.
"Taylor…"
"Just think about us living together by Times Square while I finish up high school and you going to juilliard. We would be unstoppable and be like those cute friends on instagram." She argued. The plan on living together was going to happen, Tay is my best friend and I was trying to find a way to get her down here asap.
"Is this the reason why you called me?" We've had this 'moving in together' conversation about a billion times already.
"No...I just wanted to check up on you. Als, you never talked about life in Miami. You've avoided every subject on your old friends, cute boys and just high school in general."
She was right. I never said anything, because there was nothing to talk about. It was always a tricky subject to deal with. To be fair, I was very irrevelevant, but there were some moments that were worth saving.
Particularly my encounter with three different people. (a/n I'm sure you can guess who)
"Taylor...the last thing I want to do is dive into the mess of high school. Besides, all the people I used to talk to are most likely far from here. They never had a plan on sticking around."
It wasn't like I was close to them anyways. I never got along with them like I did with Taylor, they didn't understand me. Apart from that, I'm not the same girl I was two years ago.
"I hope you know that you're worth more than you could ever imagine. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." Tay consoled. I could feel her energy radiating off her and all I wanted was to hug her again.
"Thanks love, I gotta go but I miss you." I sighed as the bell rang.
"Miss you most."
And with that I was alone again.
College did remind me of highschool and not because it was a place to learn.
It looked as if someone dumped the entire class of Marino High School into one place. There is more than 10 colleges in Florida, why did more than half my entire year decide to come here?!
I was sitting at the back of the class, ready to get the class with and check out the new apartment I got. All the professor did was ramble on and on how college is tougher, more strict and basically everything our high school teachers warned us about.
I should've skipped.
"Any questions?" He announced.
As if on cue the door bursts open, making me flinch involuntarily. The class goes completely silent as a familiar blonde walks in looking as ignorant as stated to roam my body as I felt my odd habit of hiccuping start to resurface. I tried to force them down but...
I failed.
Everyone's eyes turned to me, but I didn't care. The only eyes that bothered me were the hazeled one's belonging to Austin Monica Moon.
Someone kill me.
*hiccups*
Sorry this chapter was rushed and all over the place. Backgrounds of the characters is always pretty boring. As you can probably tell Ally's character has this idea she has fully developed as a person but she's lost who she was in the past. The story will reveal more about what happened during high school throughout the later chapters. Also excuse my capitalization, I'm not very fond of capital letters so if there is some mistakes, I apologize.
Hope you enjoy.