Hey! This is my new story! I really hope you guys like it! :)
I couldn't wait to post this story, but I wanted to finish My Boyfriend's A Superstar first. Now that it's done, I can! If you didn't notice, I'm really excited by this story. I don't know why, but I really like writing Ally the way she is in this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Austin & Ally, or anything else you might recognize in this story.
Enjoy! :)
Ally's P.O.V.
"You've got to be kidding me." I mumble as I see what my parents got me for my 16th birthday. 'A beautiful dress for a beautiful girl' were my mom's words. Sure. More like a weird pink dress that I will NEVER wear. Ever.
"Do you like it?" My dad asks me eargerly.
I fake a smile. "Sure! Erm... Thanks. It's really... Cool."
"That's what I thought. Are you going to wear it on your first day, next week?" Mom asks me. Yup, next week, I'm going to a new school. Yipee (please translate to 'UGH!' Thank you). My dad opened a new store at the mall of Miami called Sonic Boom. So, in four days, I'm moving from California to Miami. Which means new friends, new house, new school, and most importantly, new ennemies. Oh, the joy (and we go back to 'UGH!').
My eyes grow wide at my mom's question. "Umm... I don't know... Don't you think it's a bit, uh... too dressed-up to go to school?"
"Oh, Allyson dear." I cringe at my full name. "A place where you can't dress-up is a not a place worth going to." Mom states.
"Umm... The skate park isn't a place where you can dress-up."
"Exactly. And it's not worth going there. Seriously, couldn't you be like every other girls and dance or do gymnastics as a sport? Skateboarding isn't even a sport. It's a useless hobby. Oh, how I regret letting you go with your cousin Mitchell, that day." She shakes her head. Mitchell is the one who taught me how to skateboard. He's been my hero ever since. I mean, I LOVE skateboarding. I'm really grateful that he taught me. As you could say, I'm the exact opposite of my mom. And she's not really thrilled by that. Oh well, I guess she'll just have to deal with it... With me.
"Mom, whatever you say won't change my mind. I don't like dancing, and I'm as flexible as a piece of wood: It doesn't split without breaking."
"Alright, alright. Go pack your stuff, we still have a lot to pack-up." Dad tells me.
I nod. "Alright." I say and quickly leave. Anything to get away from my weird parents.
Well, I guess time flies when you're busy packing... butterflies? Fries? Sorry, I wanted something to rhyme, but my mind doesn't really work on speed dial. HAHAHA! Get it? No? Alright. Umm... Well, this is awkward.
Anyway, my mom just woke me up. Apparently, we just got to our new place. I get out of the car to see a huge house. Really my parents' style. Mine? Not so much. It's made out of... you know what, I'm not really good at describing houses. I'll just tell you that it's a two stories house, along with a basement. My mom told me yesterday that my room is on the second floor.
I grab one of my boxes and make my way inside. The house is big. Really big. With a lot of rooms (useless, considering only my parents and I are living here). When I get upstairs, I find a door with 'Ally' written in purple on the white door. I open it and freeze at the sight. The walls are pink. Ugh! Any colour but pink! I told her: Any colour but pink! But no, she has to pick the colour pink for my room! Ugh!
My mom appears and she smiles at me. I just glare in return. She ignores it. "What do you think?"
"It's pink." I state.
"Of course, I'm not blind."
"I told you that I wanted any colour but pink for my room. Why did you use pink?"
"I just wanted to try." She innocently shrugs. "You can have another room, if you want. How about this one?" She opens the next door. I walk in. There are three red walls and a black one. The room is a bit bigger than my old one.
I nod. "I'll take this one."
"Great! Now, come help us with the boxes."
I sigh as I see the big school that is Marino High. My new school.
Of course, my mom forced me to wear the dress she got me for my birthday. Great (again, please translate to 'Ugh!' but this time, add a bit of ' &$#*%?!').
I look in my backpack to make sure my normal clothes are still in there. They are. Great, I'll just have to go in the bathroom and change. Then, it'll be sparkle-free for the rest of the day. Well, if you don't count all the barbies that call themselves 'hot', and that are walking around like they own the place. Pathetic.
I take a deep breath and open the main door. Alright, I just have to make sure I don't get too noticed.
Lost in my thoughts, I trip over who-knows-what and land right on the floor.
So much for being smooth.
I sigh and pick myself up. Lucky for me, no one seems to notice my... failure. I quickly dust myself up and run to the bathroom. Well, not litterally. I don't want to look like some freak that can't wait to use the bathroom!
When I'm finally out of that ugly dress and back in my normal clothes (a pair of worn out jeans with a grey t-shirt and an old sweater, along with a pair of black converses), I walk out of the bathroom. I manage to find my locker soon enough and open it. I place my books on the top shelf, throw my skateboard in, hang my backpack, and I grab my schedule. First period: Maths. Oh, the joy! (UGH!)
Austin's P.O.V.
"New girl alert." Dallas nudges me and I look toward the main entrance, only to find a pretty good looking girl coming in. She seems lost in her own thoughts, but ends up tripping. I have to supress a laugh. Poor thing. I notice she's holding something in her hands, but I can't see it clearly. She quickly gets up and goes to the nearest bathroom.
"Well, that's new. At first, she seems pretty damn good looking, then she trips and runs away. What group should we place her in? The nerds? The outcasts? Or the hot girls? She seems a mixed up type, but that never happenned, before." Elliot says.
"Let's just keep an eye on her through the day. We'll find out what kind she is. We always do."
A few minutes later, the girl comes back from the bathroom, this time with a whole new outfit. A completely tomboy outfit. She opens a locker just a bit further than mine and starts throwing her stuff in it.
"Guys, are you sure that's a girl?" Trent asks us. I roll my eyes and slap his arm.
"Dude, she's too good looking to not be a girl." I tell him.
Suddenly, I see her put something that catches my eye in her locker: a skateboard.
"Guys, did you see that?" I ask them. "She has a skateboard."
"What? No, that's impossible. Only guys do that sort of stuff. She probably stole it from her brother and decided to hide it in her locker." Ethan rolls his eyes.
"Maybe. I mean, it's a guy thing, isn't it?" I ask them. They all nod in agreement.
The bell rings.
"Come on, let's go to class. We'll just keep an eye on her through the day."
We all walk away, but I look back at the girl, only to find her gone. I frown and turn back around. Who was that girl?
So... What do you think? Please tell me in a review!
Until next time,
R5AAFan :)
