Hey Guys!

I'm super excited to be writing my first fanfic! I really like the story of Austin & Ally, and I am thrilled to write about them! Let me know what you think of this first chapter. It's kind of an introduction and the story will really start up in the next few chapters. I would really appreciate some reviews if you like it(or if you don't, I like constructive criticism). Enjoy!

Yours Always,

Undercover Dreamer

Disclaimer: I do not own Austin and Ally.

I sat rigid in the cloth covered seat of my father's Mini Van. The fingers of my right hand curled around my thoroughly worn out songbook. My left hand was anxiously tapping against my thigh, in a feeble attempt to calm my nerves.

Why did I agree to this?

My chocolate brown eyes flicked over to my dad, Lester, sitting in the driver's seat. A huge grin was spread across his content face and I wonder if that man is ever unhappy. Probably not, considering I have never heard a negative word come out of his mouth. That can be a really good thing, but also very frustrating. He only see's the good in people, which causes them to think they can walk all over him. I am determined to never let anyone treat me that way.

"How are you feeling, Ally-Gator?" I rolled my eyes at the embarrassing nickname and shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know, Dad. I think I'm having second thoughts about this whole camp thing."

I remember back in March when Dad had first told me about Camp Shamogoon. That morning I walked down stairs with my backpack hanging off my shoulders to see a brochure sitting on the table next to my bowl of cereal.

"Dad," I called out to him. "What is this?"

"Good morning honey!" He called as he walked out of the living room and planted a kiss on the top of my head. "This is a camp I heard about in Northern Florida called Camp Shamogoon. I think you would really like it! It has arts and crafts, canoeing, games and a bunch of other fun stuff!" As he animatedly spoke he pointed at the pictures of smiling teenagers doing each of the activities represented. It's true, they did look like they were having fun, but I wasn't so sure it was the place for me.

"Uh, Dad, I don't know about this…"

"Oh common, Ally! You have to give it a chance. I think it would be really good for you to get out in the world and have some fun! What other plans did you have for this summer?"

"I'm going to be working at the store! You and I both know you need me over there." I argued. My father owned a music store in Miami called Sonic Boom. Because it was family owned, I had to work there using up most of my free time. That's okay though; it gave me a chance to be around music all the time. Sometimes when I had a short break, I would sneak up to a piano upstairs and get a little songwriting in.

He rolled his eyes in frustration. "I think I can run the store for two weeks while you're gone."

"Fine, but-"

"Ally, your mom would have wanted you to do this. She would want you to be out having fun, not sulking around!"

I bit my lip, hard. My mom had passed away last November from brain cancer. We fought the cancer for almost two years, but in the end it was no use. She passed away on a cold November morning, leaving me and my dad all alone. The past few months have been really hard, and I know Dad just wanted me to be happy again, no matter how impossible it seemed right now.

"Okay." I said shakily.

"That's my girl." Dad smiled and gave me a quick hug. "Now eat up! You are going to be late for school!"

I blinked twice, and was back in the car on my way to camp.

"Ally," Dad started, "You will be fine. Once you're there, you'll meet tons of friends, and have an amazing time. I promise you won't regret deciding to go."

"What about you, Dad? You can barely cook a grilled cheese sandwich on your own!"

"Then maybe this is a great time for me to learn how to cook."

That was Dad, always an optimist.

I peered out the window at the trees passing by. The dark green of the leaves contrasted with the bright blue sky. The sun shone through the forest lining either side of the road. I rolled down my window and took in a deep breath of the clean air. The wind blew back my chestnut curls and the blond tips trailed behind. My heart rate finally calmed down when I saw the tattered wooden sign ahead that read: "Welcome to Camp Shamogoon!"

I leaned over to my father and pointed out the sign as a cheeky smile played across my face. It was comforting to know that there were other kids in my position that had driven up to see this sign. The shabby appearance told me that it had been around a long time, and would be for a while longer. That a ton of other kids had visited and had a good enough time to come back around. I rolled up my window as we drove the final stretch to arrive at the lodge. As the car rolled to a stop, I slipped my songbook gingerly into my bag and pushed open the car door.

As my black converse hit the gravel road I took a long look at the scenery. All around me I saw kids running around, talking, taking luggage out of their cars, and hugging their parents' goodbye. Some looked sad to be going, whereas others seemed to run off to find friends without batting an eyelash. I could see groups of people catching up, and I wondered if any were completely new to this place, like me.

I went to the trunk of my car and pulled at my overstuffed bright pink duffle bag. It seemed to be stuck, but after a minute of tugging, I finally got it loose. I set it down next to me and took a moment to catch my breath, when suddenly I heard a shriek not five feet away from me.

I practically jumped out of my skin and turned around to see a girl running past me toward her friend shouting- "Oh my god Katie! I cannot believe it's you!" I rolled my eyes and turned to Dad, who had just stepped out of the car.

"Are you going to be okay?" He asked. "Do you have your bug spray, suntan lotion, swimsuit, toothbrush, toothpaste-"

"Yes, Dad, I have everything I need. And of course I will be okay, I'm sixteen years old! You can trust me." I comforted him with a smile. I guess the smile was also meant to relieve myself. The crazy butterflies still fluttered around in my stomach, although I tried not to let on. I'm growing up, and I need to be able to take care of myself for two weeks.

"Okay. I just worry about my Ally-Gator!" He admitted to me.

"I know, Dad." I wrapped my arms around him in a hug. "I'll miss you!"

"I'll miss you, too."

I pulled away, gave him one of my bravest smiles and turned to face the crowd. I took a deep breath, picked up my duffel bag and walked into the mass.