I, Ally Dawson, want to be another girl.
One who is confident enough to jump on a stage and bust our her perfect moves or sing a captivating song. One who can walk up to a guy and say, "Saturday night at 7:00," and she would just be nodded at. One who can make friends. One who can be the best kind of friend. One who turns that frown upside down without shedding a tear, too. One who can admit to herself that she likes Austin Monica Moon.
Just not yet.
Another day of high school again. It's the same over and over again. Go to school early, get to class early so I won't be seen by populars, and wait by doodling and writing in my songbook. Sometimes I say hi to a distant friend of mine, Austin Moon, but the rest of the day he avoids me, or is too caught up in conversation with cheerleader and his crazy redhead friend, Dez.
However, I have Trish.
Trish - more popular than me, but is always willing to have a chat and eat lunch with me. She has jazz with me, because we both dread gym. She's always there for me, and tries to hook me up with her friends, but it never works. I just am not fit with other people like I am with Trish. Trish knows all of my secrets, although she can't keep a secret much.
But anyways, back to high school.
My first period (and longest) just happens to be my favorite. English class. In front of me is this absolutely adorable boy named Dallas. Although he doesn't notice me, I notice him a lot. I can daydream and not get caught because my teachers like me. They know they have one student that listens to them, at least most of the time.
The rest is just a black hole sucking all the happiness inside of me. I get called names. A lot of names. Like slut, whore, goody-two-shoes, teachers' pet, and a bitchy quiet girls, but I always tell myself it's not true. I shouldn't let it get to me. They're just names, and they just want to make themselves feel better. My mom always tells me that, but sometimes it's not so easy. I have Trish, but life is too hard to have just one shoulder to cry on. It's too hard, too hard, too hard.
"Hey whore, you're tripping again."
I gasp and hear a wave of giggling emerging from all around me.
"And if you forgot, you're in social studies. Just in case you're too stupid to know that."
My hands turn into fists, but I remember what my mom said. I can hear her in my head. "Don't let it get to you. They're just jerks." I can see my dad nodding with her at the dinner table. How I wish I had more friends just as comforting. I scribble down causes of World War II down on my paper before the teacher realizes I haven't been following along.
D-d-ding
I get up to leave but my teacher, Mrs. Allen, commands me to talk to her for a second.
"Ally, I've noticed what has been happening," she starts. Please let me go, please let me go. I look around and see a familiar face outside the door. Austin's face. Why can't people mind their own damn business?
"Oh... kaaay," I nervously and slowly say.
"You haven't been paying attention in class," she says. Just what I didn't want. "And, I've been noticing some students in this classroom has been saying some rude things to you. Is this true?" I freeze for a second.
"How do you know?"
"A student told me. You should be glad, Ally, I am reporting them to the principal this afternoon after school. So if you'd mind-"
"No! Please don't!" I start pleading. I can't imagine how mad they would be and how much hatred they would feel for me. "It will only make it worse! Please, Mrs. Allen, please."
"I'm sorry, but I being paid to teach and if I'm not teaching, then-"
"Please, don't," I say again.
"Fine, Ally, but this is the only time. Second time and someone's getting in trouble. Now get to class!" Mrs. Allen lets in her early student while I swiftly walk to class. Like a whore that's tripping. Because that's who I'm supposed to be.
Promise next chapter will be a min. of 1,000 words, kay? Do you like this introduction to Ally Dawson's life? Do you want more? If you wanna help (and a shout out) give me a review and maybe you'll wish will come true!
~Migini