Hey Guys! I'm Back with a New Story Still An Austin and Ally Fanfic So I hope You Enjoy Disclaimer: I Don't Own Austin And Ally I Saw the Door and I ran I ran for my life. I hit the pavement and kept running the sun glaring onto my face and my worn eyes. For the first time in a long while I was free and I wasn't going to let anyone take that away from me. My name is Ally Dawson and I'm 18 years old I live in a busy little town outside Raleigh North Carolina. I live with my mom and my older sister Kathilyn, our dad skipped out when I was 5 so we lean a lot on each other to get by. One of the only things that helps me get by is Music and Skateboarding. When I say music I don't mean I play an instrument I mean just listening to music. My mom says I've had headphones attached to me since the time I could walk. Its the truth I ALWAYS have headphones on I tune the world out. I don't have many friends here. After living here for eighteen years you think I would have at least one friend but no one wants to be caught dead with the girl whose mom is a total nutcase. But my mom is not crazy. The whole town thinks shes bat-shit crazy but since my dad left she sort of in a way gave up on herself and put all her effort into giving us anything & everything we needed. She stopped fixing her hair and matching her clothes, she got two jobs and has put me and kathilyn through school and still works just as hard as she has for the last 13 years. When her and my dad were together they looked so happy to everyone but I remember them fighting and screaming all the time. It was like two worlds, the one outside i had a happy loving family who looked perfect, but on the inside me and my sister lived to listen to screams and arguing everyday and everynight. There was always something and then one day the fighting stopped. So I walked into the living room to see what happened and all I saw was Mom with her face in her hands crying. " What's wrong mommy?" I asked her. "Nothing sweetie just go to your room" She told me looking up and faking a smile. "Ok" I told her. But even at five years old I knew things would never be the same again. Daddy never came home Mom said he was at work but we knew he wasn't.