This is my first fan fic and I hope you like it. I would like to see your comments about it. Thanks!

Chapter 1:

(Ally's POV)

Beep! Beep! Beep!

I groan, but get out of bed anyway. Today was the first day of the new school year. I am ready in less than ten minutes, wearing my worn down black hi-top converse, faded jeans, a grey sweatshirt, sunglasses, and a cap tucking my hair inside. You're probably wondering, Why is Ally Dawson dressing like this? or This is Ally Dawson? Impossible! or something along those lines. I'm dressed like this because, believe it or not, every morning I go to the school's basketball court and practice, well, basketball. This is when you can be shocked. No one knows this about me, not even my best friend, and basically only friend, Trish.

I run to the school and get there in about five minutes because my house is pretty close to it. I get there at 7:25 even though the first bell rings at 7:55, so I have about thirty minutes to play. I pass by the empty court before going to the girls locker room to leave my stuff. I grab my basketball and iPhone (which Trish gave me, but I use my old phone - with a different number - everywhere else but playing basketball) and head outside again, only to find Austin Moon and his friends already there playing. I walk closer and put my basketball in the grass.

No one notices me, except for Austin's friend Dez who is sitting in the grass staring at me. I catch their attention by going into their game, stealing the ball, and making a perfect shot into the basket. After I do so they freeze and stare. Finally, one of Austin's friends, Dallas, speaks up. "Who are you?" he asks. Not wanting to reveal myself, I take out my phone and text to all of them (Trish put in everyone's contact from our grade in an attempt to help me socialize), I'm someone distant and unnoticed and I go unnamed. They take out their phones, read it, and stand there still trying to wrap their heads around what just happened.

I smirk at this and shoot perfect baskets, not missing a single one. The entire time I feel all of their eyes burning into my back. After about five minutes of me making perfect shots from different spots, someone lunges for the ball, who I know as Elliot, in an attempt to steal it. I dodge him and shoot the ball into the hoop. I smile and get the ball again.

This time, everyone, excluding Dez, is trying to get the ball from me. They fail miserably because I make seven consecutive shots before someone says, "How can you do that? At least Austin should be able to get the ball, because he's the best on the team!" My grin grows as I type, Maybe your best isn't good enough. With that the bell rang and I sprinted to the girl's locker room, changed, and headed to my first class.

By the time lunch starts, the school is buzzing about a mysterious person who beat the school's basketball team single-handed. I am kind of enjoying the attention I am technically getting, but if everyone knew it were me I would freak out. I get my lunch and sit at an empty table, waiting for the arrival of Trish. I had only seen her once earlier that day, and that was in third period English where we discovered we had four similar classes out of eight.

I just opened my brown leather book, when my curly haired friend sat across from me and started talking. "Did you hear about the person who kicked the basketball team's butt on the court this morning?" before I could answer, she continued, "I wish I was there this morning! Or better yet I knew who it was! I would totally tell everyone I knew and then they wouldn't have to be so invisible. Because whoever it was isn't revealing themselves." With that I tuned her out thinking, Great to know you could keep it a secret if I ever told you. I sigh and eat my lunch as Trish goes on and on about the secret basketball player.

The next day when I arrive at the school, there is already a small crowd near the basketball court, so I go the other way to drop off my stuff and go outside with the same clothes as yesterday. (Because it's not my style, that was my only outfit) When I get to the court everyone stares, and the basketball team seem as though they were waiting. I smirk and look around. I send to everyone there, So are you going to just stare like that, or are we going to play? Austin starts with the ball, but I easily steal it and make a shot. The game goes on like that but it ends when the bell rings with the score being 12 - 0. I rush into the school and into the locker room. I change, grab my stuff, and go, just like yesterday.

The next couple of days go on like this, until one day I was slower to change and I went as fast as I could though the halls, staring at the ground. I'm almost there when I bump into someone and all the contents of the plastic bag, holding the clothes I wear playing basketball, spill out. I mumble a quick sorry, and try to pick up everything before anyone notices what they are. I am just about to get the last item, my right shoe, when a hand beat me to it. My eyes trailed up from the shoe to be face to face with...

Well that's it for this chapter, tell me if you like it or not! I can't wait to hear feedback. I'll update as soon as possible!