I slam on the alarm clock, trying to shut it off. When it didn't, it got me angry. I ripped the cord out of the wall and stormed out of my bed. It was Monday. 6:00 in the morning. I'm Allyson Marie Dawson. My friends, oh, I mean friend calls me Ally instead. Trish is my one and only friend. My best friend. She is the only one that understands my pain. When I was six, my mom and dad both died in a car accident I've been living with my aunt for the last 10 years. My Aunt is the only other one who understands. Let me explain some of my favorite things. I love music, floral clothes, pickles the food, pickles the goose, my songbook, my Principle, Mrs. Shaw (My homeroom teacher. Another one who kind of understands what I go through.) Now let me explain some things that I hate. Austin Moon, Horror movies, Austin Moon, Surprises, Austin Moon, Cassidy Crenshaw, Being onstage, oh and did I mention, AUSTIN MOON! Austin and his no-good girlfriend Cassidy Crenshaw have been bulling me for the past five years. Bad boy Austin and popular snob Cassidy. They are the King and Queen of the school. They think that they are on the top but they are just dreamers. Austin has Platinum blond hair, shaggy and messy at the same time. His style is plaid tops with undershirts and ripped jeans and Nike sneakers. All the girls swoon over him, except for me. I mean, don't get me wrong, he is EXTREAMLY attractive but remember, he bullies me. Cassidy has Shiny bright, almost white, blonde hair that stops at the waist. All the guys drool over her. They are dating and are always showing PDA in the school. Like, making out, holding hands, and stuff like that.
In Ally's room
I know that my usual style is floral skirts, sundresses, and t-shirts, but today, I'm going to do something different. I dig in my closet until I find an outfit that is so out of the ordinary for me, I just have to try it. I lay the outfit on my bed, strip off my clothes, then I step into the shower. After my shower, I go back into my room, my hair stuffed in a towel. I put on the usual girly stuff (bra and undies and stuff) then I slip on my outfit. It's a dark pink tank top with a mini black leather jacket. I also am wearing Dark red velvet colored super skinny jeans that has a somewhat large rip that runs diagonally through the knee. I also find some black leather boots that stop about mid-shin. I look at the outfit in my full body mirror. Yup…it's…um, different. I am satisfied though, until I look up at my face. AHHH! I run into the bathroom and I find myself looking in another mirror. My face looks pale, deep black half-circles under my eyes. This could not go un-ignored. I put on some make-up that makes my face look a little less pale. But not so much that it makes my face stand out from my neck, which would be embarrassing. It looks weird without mascara, which makes it look weird without eyeliner. When I'm finished, I look absolutely stunning, a little whore-ish but still gorgeous. I grab an apple on my way out and walk to school. I stand in the front, rethinking this new look. But I suck it up and push through the doors of the school.