A/N: This is the brand new version of 'Life's One Big Cliche'. Again, I'm sorry I deleted the last one...but I had no inspiration for it. This is completely different! Tsuki's not featured in it...it's different. And I've decided to try a new writing style! I've written it in the first person perspective. Hopefully it's alright.

Summary: Allie's father has finally came out of his shell and told his wife that he's having another child with her best friend! That of course leads to her mother leaving for the country...and taking her with her. How will the very unstable Allie survive? Especially when a bad boy takes an interest in her? Her love life has never been 'normal'; so she's not particularly interested in the opposite sex. But then how does she explain the feelings that he makes her feel? And what about her dicator of a mother? What's a girl to do? Moo at cows?

Rating: T, but rating may go up...depends

Disclaimer: Curse this! I own nothing Beyblade related! If I did...I wouldn't be here because hey! I own Beyblade! But unfortunately...I'm here...meaning that Beyblade is not mine. I do own the OCs and the plot.


The Country, Those Things Exist?

I am Allison Gazella Gale and my life is a living Hell. My evil, conniving, bastard of a father finally decides to show his true colors. He told my mother that he's having another baby with her best friend! Yup…my mother's best friend has been seeing daddy dearest behind her back for FIVE CONSECUTIVE YEARS! The jerk offs. Mom was heartbroken, so heartbroken that she decided to leave the city and move to…God forbid…the country. I didn't even think those things exist! But that's not the best part; the best part is that I'm coming with her! Oh my gosh! Isn't that exciting? Not really. Don't get me wrong, I'd much rather live with my mom…maybe, than with my dad; but right now, I'm going for daddy dearest. It's the country for crying out loud! THE COUNTRY! What's to do there? Moo at the cows? That's bullshit! But what can I do about it? My mom has full custody of me; heh…should have known.

I mean, she doesn't want her 'perfect' daughter to get corrupted by the evil bastard and grow up to be a prostitute on the streets. My whole career is on the line here! Can't you tell I love my position? Don't get me wrong, it's great! My mom trusts me, she thinks I can do no wrong…it's wonderful! But at the same time, it's not. She pressures me to be the best at everything! I bet if I got Salutatorian she'd have a heart attack. Yeah, tell me about it. But I just smile and nod my head in agreement with her when I'm silently bashing her head against the wall…yes…I'm a very violent person…I know. But I can't help it! I'm 'not allowed' to scream and swear everyone out! I'm perfect remember? Perfect people don't have problems! Perfect people are too perfect. Too perfect that problems just pass them by! Not! Perfect people just keep them bottled inside and wait until it explodes and kills them! I bet you're silently saying that I need to be sent to the loony bin huh? Don't blame you! Oh great…my mother's trying to cheer me up…wonderful.

"Don't worry honey; it's going to be a fun experience." Fun? What's fun about the country? Oh wait! I'll just swim in a pile of hay! That sounds like fun! I hear my mother sigh beside me.

"It'll give you a great chance to create a new image for yourself!" New image? Do I have a stamp on my forehead that says: 'I don't like who I am!' Do I? I don't think so! Great mom, just lower my self esteem…wonderful.

"Besides, now you don't have to worry about those boys that never leave you alone!"

Did I mention that I'm through with boys now? Yeah, I am. I don't understand them at all! So far in my high school career I've had two boyfriends, which neither worked out. But of course, no matter how assertive I am about the break up they keep coming back! This guy name Robbie Baker, I dated him last year for two weeks before I broke it off because he was freakishly obsessed with me. No joke! He would call me, write me poems, walk me to my classes, ask me to hang out with him…and the list goes on! I couldn't take it! It was driving me insane! So I broke up with him; and that turned out bad because I guess me dumping him caused him to go emo; he also used to hate my guts! But a week ago he came up to me with a three page, typed, love letter/apology accompanied by a rose. My God! I felt like smacking him! I know I should be all 'awww that's sweet of you' but give me a break! It's his way of saying that he likes me again! Argh! And this other guy, Allen Rogers, doesn't know the meaning of 'we're through!' I'm not kidding! A week after our break-up, which lasted a month, he told everyone we were dating again. I was surprised don't worry; but I broke it off after three days. But he keeps coming back! He asked me to play basketball with him over the weekend and I was like 'no can do!' I don't get it. I treat them like shit but they keep coming back! I'm tired of it! That's why…I'm through with boys and their weirdness! Great…my mother is talking again…

"Say something Allie, please!"

"Something." I said in a monotone voice devoid of emotions. I hear my mother let out another sigh.

"Allie, can you at least look on the bright side? You get to 'broaden your horizons'!"

"Yeah; in exchange for leaving my friends behind!"

"You'll make plenty of new ones!"

"Whatever…" I mumbled. I'm in a foul mood today. She better just back off! I know, rude much huh? But I can't help it! I think I'm bipolar…I'm not sure. But knowing my luck I probably am. I'm usually really happy or really sad, there's no in between. And some days I love hanging out with tons of people, other days I just silently wish that they would all leave me alone! I feel my mom comb a piece of my shoulder length brown hair behind my ear.

"Honey…can you at least smile? I'm already sad as it is." I ignore her and continue to look out the window…I don't why, it's all the same so far…grass…hills…more grass…oh look cows!...and more grass…such a diverse place!

"Allison Gazella Gale! You will smile and hold your head high and think positive! I didn't raise you to be a pessimist!"

I rolled my eyes and ignored her again. If I continue to ignore her maybe she'll leave me alone…It stays silent for a bit…thank God the woman is silent! The silence looms over us the whole way…now I'm regretting it. The silence makes me uncomfortable. I turn my sea-green orbs towards my mom; she keeps her gaze on the road. Maybe she's mad at me? Should I say something? I guess I should. Damn my sentimental self!

"Mom…I'm sorry…It's just so unexpected…that's all." It stays silent for sometime and I begin to think that maybe she is mad at me…

"That's alright dear. I know how you feel. But don't worry; we'll get through this together."

I flash my mother a comforting smile. I should give this country life a try, I mean…there's nothing I can do now…right? I let out a sigh.

"We're here!" Says my mother in a sing-song voice.

I gaze at the house that grandpa left mom on his will when he passed away two years ago. It wasn't so bad…I guess…

I hop out of the mini van and shove my hands in my jean pockets; and walk around so I'm standing in front of the place. I hadn't been here for two minutes and I'm already bored. Maybe I should roll in the mud with those pigs over there…pigs? Dear God! Please tell me I'm not going to…look after them! I widened my eyes and turned to my mom who was also taking a good look over at the place. She turned to me and gave me a questioning look. I pointed at the pigs. My mother let out a chuckle.

"Don't worry Ag (one of my nicknames); you don't have to look after them. We'll probably sell them."

I let out a relieved sigh and returned to the car to grab my things. I hiked my backpack up and went to the trunk of the car to grab some boxes. Mom had already grabbed one and headed towards the house. I enveloped the box in my arms and made my way. But since the box is so wide and too high, it blocked my vision. I glance around it and saw that I was heading towards the gate's entrance, but I didn't take into consideration that only half my body would go through. To make things short, I walked into the fence, tipped forward (landing face flat on the floor), causing the box to fly out of my hands and land a few feet ahead of me.

I heard male laughter and picked myself off the floor and turned to the person who was laughing at me. I wanted to glare but I controlled myself. A man, probably in his late thirties, stood before me. He was wearing jeans, cowboy boots, a plaid button up shirt, and a cowboy hat; his violet orbs filled with laughter. After he composed himself he approached me.

"Quite a fall there missy!" I was surprised to find that his accent wasn't like those people in the cowboy movies but was more of someone from Western Europe. I raised a brow. The man smiled at me. "So, who are you?"

"Are you a pedophile?" I asked.

The man looked taken aback but composed himself.

"Uh no...I'm not. In fact, I'm your neighbor up the road from here. The name's Constantine Hiwatari."

I regarded the man who extended his calloused hands towards me. I gave him a wry look but took hold of his hands with my smaller and smoother one. "Allison Gale. But I prefer Allie."

Mr. Hiwatari smiled and tipped his hat towards me. "It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Allie."

I flashed him a smile; maybe he's not so bad. I heard my mother calling me; I turned towards the front door to find my mother looking at Mr. Hiwatari and myself. I knew what she was thinking: He was a pedophile! I had to do something to save her from embarrassment!

"Hey mom! This is Mr. Constantine Hiwatari; our neighbor from up the road!"

"Oh!" I saw the expression on my mother's face change. "Hello Mr. Hiwatari. I'm Jillian Gale, Allie's mother."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Gale." Mr. Hiwatari tipped his hat at my mother. My mother flashed him a warm smile. Mr. Hiwatari glanced at the house.

"So, did you folks buy this here house?"

"No, my father gave it to me in his will." Mr. Hiwatari stared at my mother with sadness in his eyes.

"Sorry about that. Bill was a good man. I hope you folks will enjoy your stay here."

"We will." Replied my mother wrapping her arm around me. Mr. Hiwatari was about to turn but changed his mind. "Do you two need help? I couldn't help but notice that the husband isn't here? Is he coming later?" After Mr. Hiwatari said that, he instantly regretted it after seeing my mother's crestfallen face. "Oh…sorry 'bout that…I didn't mean to…"

"Don't worry about it Mr. Hiwatari. It's fine." My mother reassured. Mr. Hiwatari gave her a faint smile. "So, uh…do you still want me to help or…"

"Sure, the more the merrier!" Replied my mother. Mr. Hiwatari nodded in agreement and followed my mother to the trunk of the car and grabbed another box. I let out a sigh and looked around again. This place is so lame. I picked up my fallen box and went inside the house. It was pretty spacious. I placed the box down and went up the stairs; I peeked into the rooms and stopped when I came across one that piqued my interest. It was medium in size, but what caught my attention was the window that had a place to sit by. This room was perfect.

"You like it?" My mother asked me from behind.

"Yeah…" I replied in a dreamy way. "It's perfect…"

"Haha! Okay, it's yours!"

I heard my mom descend down the stairs. I nodded my head and looked around the room again; so far so good. I went back down towards the car to gather some things. I met Mr. Hiwatari there again. He smiled at me.

"I have a son about your age. He's out with his friends right now though; maybe I'll introduce you to him sometime."

I raised a brow at Mr. Hiwatari. The way he said that whole line was…weird…like he was hinting at something. I shook my head; I'm imagining things. Wait? Did he just wink at me? Nah! I'm totally delusional. Besides, boys are a thing of the past!

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After unloading the boxes into the house, I decided to runaway…not…I just decided to wander around, hoping that I wouldn't get lost…but unfortunately…I did. I let out a sigh as I looked around the small town. Which way was the exit? I passed by a small diner and by a couple of really good looking males! (I know I said I was done with guys but hey! That doesn't mean I can't check them out right?)

Maybe this place wasn't so bad after all! Hey! I am female you know! But I don't give them eye contact but I can feel their eyes boring into my form. There were only two of them. One of them had bright red hair in the shape of a devil's horns…how does he do that? But that doesn't matter…he's hott! The next one had two-tone colored hair; slate grey up front and bluish-black in the back. He's wasn't bad looking either. Man! Do they work out or what?! But the major turnoff was when the bluenette pulled out a cigarette. Eww…gross! I have problems breathing around smokers…it clogs up my lungs and then I begin to hyperventilate. So I continue on…trying to ignore them. I didn't look back because I didn't want to get caught staring at them…that'd be so embarrassing! I look ahead and I think I see the way from where I came from! Yay! I'm not lost anymore!

The long walk home was uneventful…I looked at the country scenery and I mooed at a cow who mooed back. That was about it. Oh! I tripped over a pothole…it was painful; I swear I rolled over at least four times; the pigs next to me did the same…it was awkward. When I got home I found out that my mom had already picked out my schedule for me. It was basically the same as it was in San Diego, California: four classes-all AP (basically college courses) and two off campuses. It was nice. My schedule went: first period off (yay! I can sleep in!), second period AP Government with a Mr. Barton, third was AP Calculus with a Mrs. Garrison, fourth period AP English with a Mrs. Kelly, fifth period AP Chemistry with a Mr. Miles and sixth period off. Wonderful! I know what I'm going to be doing during those off periods…STUDY! Yay! Not. But my mom's going to make me anyway…that's the whole reason why I got off campuses…to study and make sure I graduate this year as Valedictorian in order to save my mother from a heart attack! I let out a sigh. I get to sleep in tomorrow…not. My mother is going to make me get up early to find the school and get everything in order…like my ID card. Isn't that fun? Not really…I'd much rather sleep in than go to school just to get an ID.

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The next day, I slept in for at least an hour and then I made my way to school…mom said that she would have dropped me off but she needed to go to the job interview in the nursing home. So, I was left to walk to school. I let out a sigh and began to sing to myself: Home on the Range…I don't think that goes with this countryside scenery, but oh well. I continued to sing up until I made it to town…and then I stopped. I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of all these people…

I made my way towards the school. It was pretty big! I walked in and headed towards the office. How I found the office? Simple, there was a sign that said 'Office'. When I walked in, everyone turned their heads toward me…hey! They're all females! Yay me for my observation skills!

I stand awkwardly in the center of the room…

"May I help you?" Asked one of the ladies behind one of the many counters. "Uh…I'm new here…"

"Oh! You must be Allison! It's a pleasure to have you here. You should go to Mrs. Thompson, the registrar—" She pointed at the lady on my left. I turned my head and gave her a meek smile. I approached her. "Hi…" I spoke softly.

"Hello, well, let's go to discipline to get your picture taken for your ID."

I nodded my head and followed her out of the office and to another one that was labeled 'Discipline Office'. I walked in and waited for the lady behind the counter to tell me what to do. After Mrs. Thompson told her that I needed to get my picture taken, the lady signaled me to stand in front of the blue background and smile. I did that and waited for my ID. After that Mrs. Thompson escorted me to my second period class. I followed her into the classroom and tried to ignore all the eyes that were glued onto me. They can stop staring now…it's not like I'm going to do a magic trick or anything! After Mrs. Thompson told Mr…uh…what's his name again? But whatever, she said bye to me and I turned to Mr…where's my schedule?

"Hey! Welcome to Scarlet High. I'm Mr. Barton. And you are?"

"Allison Gale."

"Oh, hey Allison. Say hi to Allison you guys."

"Hey Allison…"

What a nice welcome. I think I'm about to jump out of my socks. I turned back to Mr. Barton. He stared at me for a minute.

"Uh…Mr. Barton? Where do I sit?"

"Oh! That's right! Uh…let me see…Tachibana raise your hand!"

I watched as a short brown haired girl raised her hand. I made my way over to her and sat by her. She turned to me. "Hi! I'm Hilary Tachibana. It's nice to meet you Allison."

"Same here. And just call me Allie."

"Alright!"

Government was uneventful. I made one new friend, Hilary, but that's about it. After government it was lunch, boy, that was fast and after lunch it would be the last period of the day! Calculus! Fun! During lunch I stayed in my calculus room. I was sitting in the far left back row. Mrs. Garrison told me no one sat there so I decided to. I was looking through the book; my last school had already done that chapter so it would just be review for me. I let out a sigh. The bell rang. My new classmates began to file in after the other, talking as they walked through. I noticed the same two teens that I saw yesterday walk through with a few others. They all took the two last rows in the far left of the room, away from the teacher. I saw Hilary walk in and take the only single desk in the front of the middle row. She folded her arms and sat erect. I raised a brow…she sure is enthusiastic…

I felt eyes on me and I turned to their direction to find the redhead smirking in my direction. I glanced sideways and then turned back to staring at the whiteboard. That was awkward. Again I felt eyes on me…but I didn't want to turn. It was embarrassing enough. Maybe they were talking about me…no surprise there! I am the new kid! I let out a sigh and decided to catch up in government while Mrs. Garrison began lecturing. All through the lecture, I could feel someone looking at me; I glanced in their direction again thinking that the redhead was staring only to find the bluenette staring instead. Our eyes met, but I glanced away immediately. Oh boy! Now I feel really awkward.

After the bell sounded, I lagged behind a bit and allowed for everyone to leave first. As I was walking out of the building I checked the message on my cell; it was from my mom. She said that she couldn't pick me up because she was getting everything settled with the home and stuff. I rolled my eyes. If only she'd buy me a car…I am old enough to drive! I'm seventeen for crying out loud! I have my driver's license…I'm just missing the car.

I continue my lonely journey home. Maybe I'll see that cow again and moo at it. I chuckle at the thought. Just then a black Ferrari sped passed me, nearly running me over! I couldn't get a glimpse of the driver but I knew it was a guy. The jackass! If he had run me over, he'd probably leave me for dead. Jerk…He's just put me in a foul mood.

When I arrived home I headed straight for my room and plopped myself onto my bed. I should get started on my homework…but eh…later. I get up and grabbed my laptop that was under my bed. I should check my messages.

I smiled when I saw my box full of messages. I read each one, and each time I read, I grew sadder by the minute…I missed them all. What am I supposed to do now? Who am I going to saran wrap cars with? Who am I going to shaving crème someone's house with? What about the sticky notes? Or the rainbow lawn? What am I supposed to do here? Shave the horse? Goodness! This place is lame! I collapsed on my bed again and let out a low groan…this is not happening to me! But after this year, I can move back for college…but wait! My mom wants me to go to an Ivy League school! Mainly Harvard! That's just great! Even after high school she's still going to dictate my life…wonderful.

I hear the door open and my mom call out. Speaking of the devil. I lifted myself off the bed and headed downstairs. My mother greeted me with a smile.

"How was your first day of school?"

"Alright…"

"Made any new friends?"

"One."

"Oh? Who?"

"This girl name Hilary."

"That's good! See? You're already making friends!"

I rolled my eyes at my mother's enthusiasm. I looked through the grocery bag that she brought in. Nothing good…great. What am I supposed to snack on? Hay? Mmmm…healthy, it just needs a bit of salt here and there. Goodness.

"Allie, that's not the only thing I got." Spoke my mother as she saw my crestfallen look. "There's more in the car. Can you be a dear and grab it for me?"

"Why not? It's not like I'm doing anything!" I replied as I made my way towards the car. On my way there, I saw the black Ferrari a few ways up; parked in Mr. Hiwatari's driveway. I narrowed my eyes…that better not have been Mr. Hiwatari who nearly ran me over. I take that back, he seemed nice; maybe it was his son he told me about. That jackass!

I gather the bags and walk back towards the house. What a day.

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As I was setting the dinner table, my mother told me about her day because I was willingly being sarcastic about mine. She also told me that Mr. Hiwatari's son was going to stop by tomorrow afternoon to take a look at the pigs because they were willing to buy them. Hehe…I get to take a look at the freak who tried to run me over. My mother raised a brow as she saw my devious look.

"Ag? You're not planning something are you?"

"What? Of course not mother! I would never!"

"Good. I don't want you turning into those kids back in San Diego who shaving crème your friend Tyler's car."

I held back a chuckle. Didn't I tell you my mother thinks I can do no wrong? Even if I told her I was one of those kids she'd laugh and say it wasn't possible. The poor thing. So instead I replied with: "Don't worry mom. School will keep me busy."

"Good. That's how it should be. We don't want you lagging behind; Harvard doesn't like slackers."

"I know mom. I know." Inside I was rolling my eyes. I really don't want to go to Harvard. I wanna go back to San Diego, go to school there. That's what I really want. But she doesn't understand that; and I'm too sentimental to hurt her feelings especially since she's still mending from dad's blow to the gut. I looked up at my mom who was taking out the lasagna from the oven; was she just like me in a way? Hiding what we really feel in the inside? Maybe…but…who knows. I let out a breath and stared at the half moon. Wait? Did I just hear a coyote? We have coyote's in here?! Oh my gosh! What else lives here? Lions?! It's like a freakin' zoo!


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