PROLOGUE

Alright. So this is my new Austin and Ally Fan Fiction. I really wanted to finish the others before I started writing this, but I got this idea and had to write about it. So you know the story of Rapunzel. My story is based loosely around it and and I will actually tell you what parts of Rapunzel I'm using in each chapter. This is sort of related to Rapunzel in a sort of way, this first chapter, but yeah I'm guessing you all can figure it out.

Enjoy x


"Mr Bunny where are you?" the little girl asked squinting through the fog as she tried to look for her guide. She was lost, she needed to find him. "Allyson!", she could hear him call, but his voice sounded strangely feminine.

"Yes, Mr Bunny!" she shouted trying to run through the forest without tripping over the tree branches.

"Allyson" he called again and she looked all around her to see if she could find him. "I can hear you, I'm trying to find you" she called back worriedly and walked, right into a large hole, where she feel, screaming all the way down as darkness engulfed her.

"Allyson!", shouted the strict oboe instructor. The little girl stirred from her daydream and looked back to the teacher. She had been daydreaming about this book she had just read. It had been so adventurous, so eventful, free-spirited. One of her best reads that week.

She couldn't help feeling sort of sad that reading books, writing and playing piano were the only things that gave her pleasure in life.

She lived in comfort. Her house was large and beautiful. She got the the prettiest dresses and accessories. She was spoiled by her parents, even though they were never around but she was never happy.

She never got to play, to explore the world outside her baby blue bedroom walls. Her life seemed to be written out for her by her parents. She was expected to be this epitome of perfection. She had to be flawless in everything, from her ballet recitals to her oboe recitals, from her grades to her behavior, from her appearance to her social life.

It was all supposed to be picturesque and planned and she hated that.

She never felt like a real child. While the others frolicked happily in meadows, plucked delicate little daisies from the ground and tied the thin green stems to makedaisy chains, she sat inside and rehearsed one ballet routine after the others.

While other kids enjoyed going to cinemas and parks with their parents, she endured through uninteresting documentaries on television with whatever nanny her parents had hired that week.

She wouldn't even be able to speak to the nannies as hardly any of them even spoke English.

While others kids happily participated in games and played from morning to night without a care in the world or headed to school with their friends, laughing and enjoying each others company, she would be indoors learning some lesson of some sort.

Don't get me wrong, having iconic parents, lots of toys and games was great.

But her entire childhood she had been trapped inside the stoned walls of her house. Her window was one of her only ways to see the experiences of the 'outside' world.

Her parents told her it was so she would never experience the tortures of the outside, telling her it was a bad placeand it was much better for her to just stay home and practice or learn. She hated those two words.

But something helped her through those long fifteen years. A book. A brown book that she wrote in, as both a diary and a songbook. Music was one of the things that revived her saddened soul, that put a genuine smile on her lips, that made her feel some sort of hope.

Hope that someday, she'd finally rid herself, break free and finally see the world beyond her bedroom window...


Rapunzel

By: Stephgirl9

Chapter One:

Unexpected


I'm really excited about this concept and I really hope you guys are too. I have wanted to do a Disney fairytale Fan Fiction but wanted to do one that was original and not too done, like Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty. Please review and PM me if you need to. Thanks for the support on my other two stories, I really appreciate it, like really.

Now without further ado...


September 1st - Saturday

Ally's POV

'We've got some great news for you', my mom & dad announced as soon as I'd walked into the kitchen, goofy-grins spead across their blemish-free faces.

'Lemme guess, you're either finally having another baby' I started excitedly with a smile. 'Or, you're richer, which isn't anything new' I added with a slightly dialled-down attitude as I sauntered towards our large dining room.

My mom was a former Victoria Secret Model turned business moguel, my dad was CEO of Google US, trust me 'great news' was very predictable in this house.

I brushed a milk-chocolate tendril behind my velvet gold star-studded ear as I awaited the big news.

'No!' my mom exclaimed loudly at my first suggestion but then smiled as she turned to my dad & gently nudged his Armani-suit clad arm. 'You tell her' she whisper-commanded & my dad nodded obediently. 'Well Allycat, we're sending you to school!' he declared with a grin.

My mouth dropped open. Now that was unexpected.

'Oh my God, you're joking right!' I exclaimed to my parents as we sat down at the dinner table, a beaming smile present on my peony-pink lips as I practically hopped into my seat and bounced up & down excitedly as they spoke.

My parents exchanged amused glances before turning to me, as they took their seats. 'No Ally, we thought it would be good for you to finally get what you've wanted and we've finalised the plans to send you to high school', my mom exclaimed and my smiled increased with every word.

'The local high school?' I asked eagerly and my mom and dad shook their heads.

'No, it's a private one, SunGrove Academy here in Miami to be exact', my dad added as he picked up his spotless cutlery from either side of his food-stacked plate & cut into a tender piece of steak.

I frowned slightly.

'But won't that be really strict and boring and won't all the other students be horridly stuck-up and nasty?' I asked uncertainly.

My parents smiled.

'Ally, it'll be fine, I'm sure it won't be like that, you'll make lots of new friends and forget about any mean ones anyways' my mom reassured me as she daintily tilted her gleaming champagne flute into her dior lip-stained mouth.

I sighed but smiled straight afterwards & sat up straighter in my seat. I picked up my fork. 'If you say so...' I trail unsurely as i place a forkful of roast potato in my mouth, chew & swallow before speaking up, a thought coming up in my head.

'When do I start?' I asked and my parents smiled. 'Monday', my mom answered for them both & I nearly choked on my next forkful of potato. 'So soon?' I said in a questioning tone, raising a thin eyebrow at my parents as I reached my hands forward to pluck my glass of water from its coaster & take a delicate sip.

'Of course', my mom exclaimed. 'The semester has already started, summer vacation for them is way over & if you come early you'll have lots of time to socialise with your new classmates, get your books and explore the school grounds', my mom explained further using her sleek knife to finely cut her boiled vegetables.

My golden azure-coloured irises lighted up at these words & I could see various images flashing through my head. My parents had given me the best news that I'd gotten in a long time. Usually, their idea of good news was that I had a piano recital for the Florida Country Club Association, or they'd found a way to make tea-parties posher.

But this was different, I, Allyson Marie Dawson, was finally getting to experience something that every normal child would: school. Now, I know what you're thinking. What average fifteen year old girl was excited to go to school?

Just me, probably.

You see, I have been home schooled my entire life and have always wanted to experience what real school felt like.

When I had sneakily watched a couple of scenes of old high school dramas & teen rivalry shows while some of my nannies had slept, it seemed to me that school seemed to be exhilarating. It seemed to be a place that radiated the word: fun.

With its colorful classrooms, activity-filled hallways, optimistic, chatting students & a seemingly pleasant aura, it seemed like one of the best places ever.

Of course it was an institute of learning and I had done lots of that in the fifteen years that I had graced the earth with my presence.

Perhaps the concept of learning would be more appealing in a room full of optimistic students and not the common room beside the kitchen with my tutor, Mrs Grayson. I was excited.

As the dinner progressed, I begged my parents for details about the school and afterwards as we sat in the plush ivory-coloured couch in the stylish living room watching the seven o'clock news, my dad handed me a thick pale-brown envelope, which I received graciously.

I glanced at the glossy pamphlets & laminated information cards that I retrieved from the envelope. They were plastered with lots of pictures as well as various information about the school. The pictures showed students walking around a rather spacious & polished looking campus, as well as classrooms & some of the school's many facilities.

Apparently, there were many teams & clubs as well as lounges for the students. There was various event information such as Spring Fling & Winter Wonderland Dance as well as the prices for the school & as thought it was quite expensive.

Though I didn't worry about cost. My parents were millionaires, they didn't care. They wanted the best for me, I was their little princess or Allycat as my dad sometimes referred to me as.

I really wanted to talk more about the school & wanted patiently for the programme to finish.

As the evening news came to an end & the anchor-person was rising from their seat, I grabbed the button-clad remote from the arm of the plush couch & switched the flat-screen television off hurriedly & opened my mouth to speak to my parents, when their cellphones started beeping.

I sighed but continued to speak.

'Mom, dad, is there anything else I need to know about the school', I say trying to start a conversation as my parents kept their chocolate orbs glued to the screens of their blackberry bolds, the faint phone light illuminating their deeply-concentrated faces.

'Hmm, what did you say dear?' my mom muttered as her slender fingers continued to click across the shiny keys of the phone & my dad continued the same.

I let out a very audible sigh & sagged my slender shoulders as I rose from the couch, the seat regaining it's original shape. 'Nevermind' I barely mutter as I begin to trudge out of the living room, dragging my ankle-boot clad feet across the soft beige carpet.

'Love you too' my parents called simultaneously from the living room as I reached the doorway, not breaking their fixed glances when I turned to look around.

I shook my head in disbelief, but placed a small smile on my face as I turned to walk towards the stairs, flicking off the hallway light before ambling up the four flights of cold marble stairs.

I wasn't going to let my parent's jobs put me down. No. I had to stay positive.

I waltzed up the ever-winding staircase until I reached the white beechwood door of my bedroom, a frame that had my name written in musical notes hung on the door. I pushed it open & stepped inside.

I flicked on the light switch before glancing around at the usual surroundings of my white-based furniture plus my lime-green & baby-blue colour scheme, as well as the floaty white curtains that hid the double-doors that led to my balcony.

I sauntered over to my bed & perched myself on the edge as I leaned forward to pull the knob of my bedside dresser, opening the drawer and revealing a chestnut-brown leather book with a large 'A' on the front as well as various designs & musical notes.

My thick long ebony-black lashes practically touched my soft ivory cheeks as I looked through the old dog-eared pages of the leather book covered with different song lyrics written in my neat french mt script.

I flicked through the pages, until I came to one with a heading of 'Inspirational Songs' & opened a fresh new page. I rose from my floral-printed quilt & slowly walked towards the floaty white curtains & pulled them apart gently, letting a single beam of moonlight illuminate the spot where I stood.

I pushed down on the two gold handles of the french venetian-blind clad doors & pushed them open, letting in the warm crisp air as I walked out & seated myself in one of the wicker chairss that were perched on the little balcony.

As I sat, I retrieved a pencil from the inside of the book & flipped back to my page headed 'Inspirational Songs', I don't know why, but this balcony always inspired me & with the great news I'd just received I was feeling very inspired & the lyrics to my new song just poured out of me.

Woah, Yeah
Stop, hiding out in the shadows
Scared to show the world you exist
Don't, lock yourself in the darkness
The world is so much brighter than this
Ya if you never take the shock
You never gonna win
So turn it all around and

Break down the walls Woah
Come on and give it everything you get
Take a chance, make a stand and
Break, break, break down walls Woah
Break down the walls Woah

Break down the walls Woah
Come on and take a chance make a stand and
Break, break, break down the walls
Break down the walls...(1)

As I finish writing the song, I hummed the melody in my head & quickly scribbled down some of the notes. I was a pro at music, so this stuff just came naturally. I then close my book, hugging it to my crotchet vest-clad chest as I rise from the comfortable wicker chair & walk back into my bedroom, closing the door behind me.

I decide to change into my pyjamas.

Of course, I wasn't tired. It was only eight fifteen. After I'd slipped slowly into my silky pyjamas, I grabbed my book before heading over to the window. I sat at the edge and glanced out over the tranquil streets of my picturesque Miami area.

The sky was a velvety midnight blue sprinkled with pearlescent diamond-like stars. I placed a hand to the glass on the window and opened it slightly, letting in a cool late summer breeze.

This was one of my favourite things to do.

Since I was stuck inside most of the time, it made me happy to just look out onto my gorgeous hometown, watch everything and daydream, it was a lot of fun.

To me anyways.

The scent of the light summer breeze, danced around my nostrils and I smiled and continued to look over the serene area. Not a sound to be heard, until a little whirring noise came from the sky. I moved forward and saw a plane flying, looking close to landing at the far yet nearby Miami Airport.

Once the plane had disappeared into the distance, I looked down at the book clutched tightly in my bare hands. I opened it slowly and retrieved the pencil from the middle. I chewed the end for a moment and upon realizing this was very much unsanitary, I stopped.

A moment later, I had an idea. I scribbled the lyrics down in my impressive cursive handwriting.

Can we pretend that airplanes

In the night sky are like shooting stars?

I could really use a wish right now

Wish right now, wish right now...(2)

I looked down at the book and wondered why I had decided to write those lyrics. They had certainly sort of come out of nowhere. I didn't need a wish right now? In fact, my wishes seemed to be coming true, hopefully for the better.

I contemplated this topic in my mind for a while, before I decided to leave it aside. I rose from my spot and slid gently underneath the warm duvet on my bed. I looked up at the ceiling and hummed a tune to go with the lyrics I had wrote.

At some point, I eventually fell asleep.


September 2nd - Sunday

Ally's POV

My fingers hurt, badly.

Ms Heart, my piano teacher was making me work my fingers to the bone. I had a recital tonight and I had to be in 'tip top' shape as she put it

Interpreted it as me playing piano until my fingers fell off from the pain.

My reddening slender fingers pressed gently against the shiny black and white keys of the piano as I ended my piece for about the nineteenth time.

"Do it again Allyson, you messed up in the middle" Ms Heart scolded and my eyes widened. I certainly had not. I had been practicing this tune for weeks. I had perfected it in a few days in my opinion, but according to Ms Heart, it still needed some work.

I felt like protesting, but alas I could not. My parents, well nannies, brought me up to be a respectable young lady, with poised, manners and etiquette, otherwise known as being absolutely stiff, smiling a lot and not making rude noises.

There was nothing that said I couldn't protest when I wanted to. I cleared my throat politely. "Ms Heart...I...I" I began and she sighed. "Allyson, I've told you on countless occasions never to stutter. I have no time to hear you speak. Please repeat the piece" she said simply and I nodded.

My fingers seemed angry with me as they hurt even more as I played the piece for the twentieth making sure there wasn't a single thing that Ms Heart could identify as a 'mistake'.

I finished and Ms Heart applauded and sighed happily with a small smile, which was her way of saying it sounded perfect and the lesson was over.

As the middle aged woman arose from the plush Italian leather sofa she had recently been perched on, she said a speedy goodbye to me and headed out the door, closing it silently.

I sighed heavily and laid my head down on the piano keys, making a sound that was horrible and made me shriek, yet I still kept my head down.

I didn't understand. I loved music. I loved the piano. But every-time I finished a music lesson, I felt miserable.

At first I thought it was the songs I was playing, the beautiful symphonies and concertos. But I loved them too much.

I then though it was me, just being in a bad mood, but that would mean I was always in a bad mood and I begged to differ.

Then I finally realized that my misery came from three components.

One, the songs. Not because they weren't beautiful, but they didn't speak to me in some way.

Two, my mood. I was never genuinely happy, just my time gazing at clouds from the window, or reading an exciting novel or scribbling lyrics made me happy.

Three, my teacher. Ms Heart didn't seem to posses the passion for piano that I did. I simply came to the conclusion that she was using her God given skill for financial purposes and didn't have the enthusiasm I needed.

I realized I had been sitting down at the piano for a long time. I was quite bored. I wasn't allowed to go out, I really wanted to, but I couldn't disobey my parents.

I contemplated on how to spend this lonely afternoon as I floated upstairs to my bedroom.

I could sit on my windowsill and stare outside. I could read a book. I could write a few lyrics. I could write in my diary...

I decided upon the last option and retrieved the brown book that doubled as my songbook and diary from my wooden bedside drawer and sat on my bed. I opened it to a fresh new page and began to write.

' Dear Diary,

' I am very bored. Not just at this moment. But with life in general. I don't do anything. I can't explore anything. I can't experience things. I am fifteen and I feel like I have no purpose, no identity, no dreams. But the thing is I know I do, but can't get myself to feel it. I want to be able to make my own decisions, to think for myself, to speak my mind and to express myself. More importantly, I want to live my dreams. You know, I wonder if you were a person if you'd be bored with listening to my problems and stories of my boring life. I have a recital tonight, piano. And, I think I will be making my dreams come true soon. I am finally getting a little bit of freedom. I am going to SCHOOL. Real school, not the common room anymore. I am very excited, overjoyed in fact. I wonder what I shall wear. Hmm...I am now curious. I will have to get an outfit ready in advance. So I must conclude now x

I closed my diary and placed it back in it's place before I slid off my bed delicately and headed to my large walk in wardrobe. I looked at the racks of dresses, skirts and jeans and smiled.

This would be interesting...


(1) Break Down The Walls by Austin & Ally (technically)

(2) Airplanes by B.O.B

Hope You Thought It Was Decent. Austin will come into the story and Trish and Dez, maybe some OCs but you never know. I hope you guys are happy with me using the original plot, I decided.

R&R ~ F&F ~ PM