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Disclaimer: I do not own Austin and Ally or anything you may recognize.

I sigh and press the pillow harder into my head, willing to block out the yelling coming from downstairs. My parents are fighting, as normal, and over something stupid, like always. I guess I should be used to it now, but maybe its the fact that today is my seventeenth birthday and I had convinced my mom to come over for a small family party. At dinner my parents were at least civil, but the air was tense and awkward. When we did presents, I got several from each parent, even though I said I didn't really want anything except maybe a piano but neither of my parents can afford one. With each gift they were trying to one up each other and prove who was the better parent.

At that I was fuming that they couldn't just bury their petty feelings and try to make my birthday memorable. I told them they don't have to make everything a competition and not everything is about them. They currently are blaming each other on who ruined my birthday. Oh this birthday will definitely be memorable, just like all the others. I honestly can't remember a birthday when they weren't fighting. My parents finally got divorced a year ago but that didn't really make a difference. Sometimes I would question whether they love me or not. I came to the conclusion that love doesn't exist.

The front door slams. There goes mom. I hear the door open again to have my dad yell one last thing out to her. She yells back something in response. Cue the car engine. And she's gone. My dad slams the front door and he heavily treads to the kitchen to open the fridge and grabs a beer. Whenever I do something with both my parents the same things happen, its like a routine.

I look over to the clock and decide its time for me to get ready for bed. I do have school tomorrow. Oh school, such a joy. At least it use to be. I use to have friends but when freshmen year hit, all of them changed. Trying to fit in and be popular. I for one didn't and stayed true to myself. Honestly, high school is so clicky, secretly there are no clicks because everyone is so insecure about themselves. I'm not really bullied though which is good, I guess I am just really lonely. Literally my only friend is my brown leather songbook. Now, thats just sad. I'm just waiting until high school is over so I can escape my past and be free from all this baggage. Exhausted from today's events I crawl into bed and slip into a restless sleep.

I wake up to the annoying sound of birds singing happily and the sun streaming through my window. I sigh and look at the clock while climbing out of bed to get ready for school. I've woken up almost an hour early. I head downstairs for breakfast and to check on my dad.

When I reach the kitchen, I see my dad at the table, passed out. I was expecting that at the least. Sighing I walk over to the fridge and open it. Wow, there is so much beer in our house we don't even have room milk, let alone the money to pay for it. I grab a bottle and open it. No, I'm not going to drink it. Alcohol is disgusting, I would never want to put such a vile substance into my body. I think it's about time I rid this house of all of it. I pull all the bottles out and dump them down the kitchen sink.

I grab an apple and head back upstairs to get dressed. I don't have a lot of clothes because every dime my dad makes goes to whatever he needs to pay for, like the house or electricity and his problem. I have to buy everything I own. I'm very lucky to actually have a job. I work at my family's old store, Sonic Boom, we had to sell it six months because we couldn't afford it. The man who bought it, Mike something, let me keep my job there. I told him he didn't have to pay me as long as I got to play the instruments when I'm not working. He agreed, but he pays me anyway, and I will be forever grateful. It's been just me for most of the time at the store, Mike is there sometimes, but he has also been working on moving his family out here from California. I think he only has one kid, I'm not sure.

Mike is a great boss. He understands my love for music. He's more of a dad to me than the one I have now. I've told Mike about my dad. My dad and I get in fights a lot and sometimes I can't even stand to stay in the house. On those occasions, Mike has let me spend the night in the store.

I head back downstairs to leave for school, and decide to wake up my dad. I open the cabinets and grab a cup, then head to the sink and turn it on. When the cup is full I walk over to my dad and dump it on him and take a step back.

"What the!?" He screams.

"I'm going to school. I don't have a key to the house, so you need to lock the door behind me, unless you want to get robbed," I say blankly.

"You didn't have to dump water on me to wake me up!" He yells.

"How do you suggest that I wake you up then? I've tried other things before and none have worked. Maybe if you didn't get so drunk that you passed out I wouldn't have to have done that. Or maybe you could just give me a key to the house. But whatever, your choice. I'm going to school."

He huffs in annoyance and follows me to the door, closing it behind me.

"Have a good day," He says.

"Like you care!" I throw over my shoulder and walk to the bus stop.

Oh, the bus stop, my least favorite part of the day. I'm just glad the school is by the mall, because I can walk there everyday after school for work. I would hate it if I had to take the bus home, or to the mall. When the yellow vehicle pulls up to the curb I take those dread stairs, up inside to complete and utter chaos.

Kids are yelling and throwing things. Some girls are applying make-up and shamelessly flirting. I walk to the back and take a seat by myself, pulling out my phone and plugging my headphones in, blasting the music, to block out the rowdy students. I stare out the window, usually I'm the last stop on the way to school, but I was surprised to see the bus pulling over to pick up a blonde boy I've never seen before.

Must be new, poor kid. I think. I look around and notice everyone trying to get a good look at him. I also notice the only open seat is next to me. Great. It'll be fine as long he doesn't try and talk to me. He walks and plops down next to me.

I see him turn to me and his mouth is moving. Maybe I should turn my music off. I take my earbuds out put them back in my backpack.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"I just said, hi, I'm Austin," He says.

"Oh, I'm Ally," I turn back to face the window, hopefully he will get the message that I don't want to talk.

"So, um, you were just listening to music. I love music. What kind of music do you like?" Austin says, somewhat awkwardly. He doesn't seem to bad.

"All kinds, I don't really have a preference," I say not even bothering to turn to look at him.

"Cool, me too!"

"Look," I say turning to him, " let me give you some advice, people don't really like me or talk to me that much. I'm not popular, so if you ever want to have a social life at this school, don't talk to me."

"What if I don't want to be popular?" He questions.

"Then find another friend. I'm not interested," I say. The bus has just pulled up the school and I grab my stuff and walk past Austin, right of the bus and out of his life.