Hi all! So..I am writing another story. I know my other one was, well, a fail, but I promise I will be more committed to this one, and I will actually finish it!
Ally's POV
As usual, I beat my alarm clock in the morning. I don't even know why I wasted money on the stupid thing. Instead, I was was plunged back into reality because of another nightmare. And, as usual, I was greeted by a pillow, damp with sweat, and my hair sticking to the nape of my neck. Yeah, not pleasant. But, I've become used to it. I've been having stranger nightmares for as long as I can remember. It started of with screaming for my mother, until, over the years, I've learned to keep my screams internal, even during the dreams, so not to wake my parents.
The dreams are always about someone that I don't recall meeting in real life, and something bad happens to them. This time, it was about a tall, blonde male, being tortured. Yeah, this wasn't pleasant either. And it's strange, because I don't know this person at all in real life, but I was more than familiar with him in the dream. If you know what I mean.
I sat up in bed, my breathing heavy, and ran my fingers through my hair. I walked over to the bathroom, and splashed water on my face, trying to wake myself up.
"Calm down, Ally." I tell myself. "It was just a dream" I repeat this to myself, like a mantra, when I hear my bedroom door opening.
"Ally? Honey? Are you awake?" It was my mother. So much for not waking them up.
"Yes, mom," I reply.
"Okay, have a shower and come down. I've made pancakes." She beams at me from the door, before walking back out.
I don't usually like having showers in the morning, but I figured it's best, thanks to the sweat-damp hair I wake up with every morning.
Also, Dad must have bad a pay rise or something, otherwise mom wouldn't make pancakes for breakfast. Usually it's just the cheapest cereal bars from the nearest supermarket.
After blow drying my hair, throwing on faded pair if jeans and a black blouse, I head downstairs with my school bag. I don't wear makeup, partly because I don't see the point, I mean, I'm going to school, and mainly because its just unnecessary costs.
When I walk into the kitchen, the smell of pancakes hits my nose, immediately making my mouth water. My kitchen was massive. It was a modest size, with cupboards taking up three of the four walls, and a small table with stools for breakfast. I sat down on my usual chair and chowed down the pancakes.
"New school today, huh Ally?" My Dad asks.
"Yes. Not looking forward to it." I reply. And it was true. I mean, I don't mind school, I don't get bullied, I get good grades, and the teachers are usually nice to me, it's just, I don't know where I'd fit into the school. I know there'd be the typical groups, and I'd rather avoid them as much as possible. I don't really like attention.
"Don't worry, it will be fine." He smiles at me, through a mouthful of pancakes, and I smiled back.
The school was rather close to where we lived. Which is one if the main reasons we chose it; we had to sell the family car as we couldn't afford to keep it, which meant moving house to a good school, which was close to dad's workplace. As I walked through the gates of Marino High, the usual buzz of a Monday morning was immediately felt. The grounds of the school were very open, with the back end being entirely covered in lush, green grass, followed by two sports pitches. The building itself was large and looming, the exterior almost entirely made of glass panels, which meant you could easily see students climbing up the seemingly endless flights of stairs, off to their morning lessons.
I was quite confused, I had no idea what I was to do. I looked around for someone who looked like they would help, without sending me to the wrong place it punching me in the face. This was difficult. I walked into a small, fenced garden, towards a boy with blond hair. He wore a red and black plaid shirt over a black Tshirt, with black jeans. I couldn't see his face as he was looking down, but he seemed approachable.
"Excuse me, do you know where the principals office is?" I asked, in my most polite voice. No reply. "Umm..excuse me-" I was cut off by a tap on the shoulder. I turned around to be greeted with a pair of luminous sky blue eyes.
"Hi. I'm Olivia. You must be the new girl. Are you looking for the principals office?" She asks cheerfully.
"Yes, I am." I reply. I look behind her to see another girl, with long, pitch black hair, and also blue eyes, although her's were more icy. She has a small face, and pink cheeks. She wore chunky, black boots, black skinny jeans, a monochrome band t-shirt, and a black hoody. She was looking at a boy, who was talking to her. He had messy dark brown hair, and grey-green eyes. His jaw was ever so slightly square, and his cheekbones were...definitely there. Beside him, another boy stood. He had lighter brown hair and green eyes, and wore a leather jacket over a white t-shirt.
"We could take you there, if you want. Right, amber?" She looked over at the girl in black.
"Yeah." She said, glancing at me briefly, and smiling.
"Thanks." I say, smiling back. We began walking towards the building. "My names Ally Dawson, by the way. Short for Allison."
"Well, I'm Olivia Evans, there's a lot if Olivia's in this school. This is my friend Amber-Rose Fraie, there aren't a lot if Amber-Roses -"
"Call me, Amber." Amber cuts off Olivia.
"Yes, call her Amber. For your own good." The dark-brown-haired boy said. I chuckled at this. "I'm Zac, by the way. And this is Adam." Zac pointed to the green eyed boy, who smiled.
"Cool." I say
"Well, we are here." Olivia finally said; we'd been climbing steps for what felt like forever, and my legs felt like they were about to fall off. "What's your next lesson?" She asks
"Umm.." I pull out my timetable and scan it "English with Mr K."
"Oh, that's my lesson too." Amber says. "I could wait for you, if you want. So you don't get lost."
"Sure" I say, gladly accepting the offer, mental long ticking off 'make new friends' and 'don't get lost' off my to-do list.
"Bye." We say to the others. "See you at break." Amber adds. I knock on the door of the principals office, and walk in. Minutes later, I walk back out, knowing more about the school, and what to do when something completely unlikely happens, and lots if hopes and wishes about settling into the school. Amber still stood at the door, reading a book intently.
"Hey." I say, grabbing her attention.
"Oh. That was pointless, huh?" She says, putting her book back into her bag.
"Pretty much." I reply. "She said that she told Olivia to 'keep and eye out for me in case I need help', what does she think is going to happen to me?" Amber chuckled shortly with me. " oh, I wanted to ask you something."
"What about?" Amber looked at me.
"Who was that guy? The one in the garden?"
There was a short pause.
"Austin Moon. Everyone knows him and what happened to him. Although, it's quite long, and we are here." She nods at the door, which I assumed led into my English room. "I will tell you at break." She explains.
"Sure." I say, before heading into what felt like the longest English lesson of all time.
