Ally Dawson was always a little small for her age, 5'1 to be exact. Her petite frame and size small clothing always made her seem tiny. She can remember her aunts and uncles always guessing her to be a couple years younger, and when she told them that she was 17, they barely believed her. And believe it or not, it never really bothered her. Until now. Because now, standing next to someone so tall, blond, and passionate, everything that didn't used to matter, does.
Ally's P.O.V.
"So I stare, at the phone, he still hasn't called and then you feel so, low you, can feel nothing at all..."(1) I sang. The whole crowd was cheering. The bright lights were blinding my eyes but I didn't care. And I was singing on stage. And they were cheering for me. Screaming fans appreciating the song I had-
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
"Ughhh," I slammed down my alarm clock. I was just having one of the best dreams of my life. And now I have to deal with reality.
The clock blinks 6:00 a.m.
Yeah, I know it's a little early, but considering the fact it's my first day of my senior year, I can't be late! Running my fingers through my ombre hair (2), I decide on wearing a navy blue patterned dress and brown combat boots. Realizing my short sleeved dress showed the cuts on my wrist, (yes, I cut, but when your bullied every day, it's hard not to) I threw over a long denim jacket to match. Done.
I grab my bag, keys, and the essay I have been perfecting all summer. It took time, but I sort of like schoolwork. You might think I'm a nerd, but homework kind of soothes me. That and music, of course. But because of my insanely bad stage fright, not even my two best friends Trish and Dallas have ever heard me sing. So that explains why that was the best dream I've ever had. Something like that won't happen.
As I get to school, I pass the confused freshman and scan the room for Trish.
"Guess who's a high school senior?" I heard a familiar voice pop up behind me. That little catchphrase never got old.
"I was looking for you guys!" I turn around and hug my two best friends.
"Yeah, Trish is a little over excited," Dallas laughed as he leaned against the row of lockers.
"Oh be quiet Dal, you were talking about Ally the whole walk here." Dallas turned bright red. "Anyway, Ally, what's your schedule?!" Trish squealed. Yup, definitely over excited.
"Well, first I have music." I said. Trish rolled her eyes.
"We have to go to gym." Dallas complained. He made the gesture with his fingers pointing a fake gun to his head.
"See you later!" I giggled as I made my way to music.
As I sat in my usual seat, i notice a kid walking in late. He had blond hair that fell perfectly onto his forehead, and he smiled almost every ten seconds. He was pretty tall, and his bright blue eyes were enough to make anyone fall for him. After giving Mrs. Larson a letter, he takes a seat and starts joking around with the kid next to him. He was acting as if he was too good to be here or something. I mean, it is a little odd to join our school music group on your last year if high school.
"Ms. Dawson, are you there?" Mrs. Larson snapped her fingers. She wasn't exactly the most lenient teacher in the world.
I nodded as she gave me a dirty look.
"I was asking you if you could show the class the song you have been telling me about," she said.
It took me a second to realize what was happening.
She wanted me to sing.
I front of the class.
And it wasn't just any song…
It was a song that basically describes all of my feelings.
I stood up and made my way to the piano. As I sit on the piano bench, I noticed the piano is set right next to the blond kid's seat. Great. Shaking, I place my fingers onto the keys. My mouth was dry and my palms were sweaty. But the worst part was, I couldn't even remember anything about the dream I had this morning.
(1) Forever and Always by: Taylor Swift
(2) I know Ally doesn't have the ombre hair anymore, but I loved it...so I kept it in the story
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