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SO DON'T THINK I DELETED THE OTHER STORY FOR NO REASON! I WANTED IT TO BE WAY BETTER AND LESS CONFUSING! SO I CUT DOWN THE CHARACTERS, IMPROVED ON MY WRITING AND RE VAMPED THE WHOLE STORY!

Disclaimer to Austin and Ally and whatever else isn't made up… This goes for the rest of my chapters in this story and I have nothing against anyone, so don't get offended by the contents of my chapters xx

No parents at home, so you know what that means? Sitting in the living room, while eating tubs of Ben and Jerry's and watching a SpongeBob Square pants marathon! I was finally snuggled into the mass of fluffy pillows and blankets I barricaded around myself, when the chiming of the doorbell and the loud knocks on the door sounded through the house. I peered through the security monitor that was connected to the doorbell and saw a police officer standing there about to knock again. I ran to the front door wondering why a police officer would be standing in front of my house at almost one in the morning. When I finally opened the door, I saw an expression full of sorrow.

"Are you Allison Marie Dawson?" The policeman asked me, Oh no did I do something wrong? Something illegal?

"Uh Y…Yes," I nervously stuttered.

"May I come in Miss Dawson? I think you should sit down for what I am about to tell you." I let him through and shut the door behind him. He gestured for me to sit onto the couch and I obeyed.

"I am very sorry Alison but your parents, they were involved in a fatal car accident, and they were hit by a drunken driver in a truck. They were found in a wrecked car just around the corner near the Miami mall on North Miami avenue, I am very sorry miss Dawson."

But that's all I heard, that is all it took for my body to tremble, my eyes to droop and my breathing to become rapid but hesitant. I felt like as if this imaginary wind had knocked me down with no strength to keep myself up, I couldn't breathe and I couldn't help but think the worst … then I just broke knowing straight away, my parents were in a near death situation or even worse they had died, gone forever, never to come back. Buy now tears were streaming down my face like a waterfall, I couldn't contain my emotions and the shaking my body had perceived. I didn't want to believe what he had said; I didn't want to know that tomorrow they wouldn't be there, standing in the kitchen every morning and every evening. I just wanted everything to be fine, I wanted to know my parents were going to be okay.

That is how it all came to this day, after going to the hospital seeing their limp bruised bodies and then going down the police station for questioning. I felt so numb and worthless inside, I wish I could have done more.

The past week was a giant blur to me, the funeral, the burial, the people giving me pity, it was just overwhelming, I didn't want people to feel sorry for me. Especially the people who didn't know me, who had seen all of it on the television, I may have sounded plain rude, but when they would say 'I am so sorry about your loss' it would split me in half. 'My loss,' it was like I lost everything because my parents were everything to me. But one moment stuck out the most. I was in a small, plain office with a plump man also known as my parents lawyer Mr. Perkins, he was talking about my parent's will, and who and where I would live, seeing as I am still a minor. I wasn't listening though, I couldn't, I was spacing out thinking of nothing in particular. If I did I would probably have another break down, but I couldn't, my eyes were already so red and swollen, my cheeks were red stained with salty tear drops, my brown Chesnutt hair was a mess, I couldn't keep myself together.

"So in a week you will be flying to England to stay with your only living adult relative, your uncle Byron Dawson, he has agreed to taking full responsibility of you until you are no longer a minor and until you are able to go out and take on the responsibilities of an adult," He said monotonously, explaining all this information.

I was shocked, all my life I had lived in Miami and had never moved; I only met my uncle Byron once when I was what 7? I am 16 now and that was I think 9 years go but now I have to move all the way to England. "Miss Dawson I am truly sorry for your circumstances and if you have any queries and problems please do call me." He said trying to act sympathetic

I had packed all my clothes and the things I needed to take over to England with me, most of the boxes were already being shipped to England, as I can't carry them onto the plane with me. I group of people had come over to the house in the past week, helping me pack up the house and conserving it until I came back from England. Because of the will my parents had left me I owned the house, all their life savings and the sonic boom franchise. Of course being their only child I got most of their things, but only when I turn 18 and then I can decide what I want to do with all these things, hand it over to someone else or keep everything I was given.

I took one final look in the mirror that hung in the hall way, I was wearing black sweatpants and a Miami Heat jumper my dad had bought me when he took me to their last game, I know it was hot in Miami, but airplanes tend to get cold and England is known for it's cold weather. I had no makeup on except some lip balm and my wavy chestnut hair was put up into a high ponytail.

I wasn't very popular at school; I didn't fit in with the crowed of meathead jocks or the queen bee bimbos. I had my own group of friends and we were all different. I am shy but I can be very stubborn, I am pretty smart having all my classes except for Physical Ed, AP classes. I was never really the sporty type, being uncoordinated and tripping over nothing but air. Although I had known my way around the basics of sports as my dad had big things for basketball and soccer. I had a huge love for Music, my life revolved around it, if I wasn't listening and belting out songs, then I was writing songs and playing my own music. Of course not in front of other people, having stage fright and all. My friends and parents always said I was pretty, but I don't believe them, of course it's their jobs to build up my self-esteem and not let it crumble. Although this week was anything but building up my non-existent walls of courage and confidence.

I said my final good byes to my house I grew up in and was headed to the airport with my friends who had offered to help me pack and drive me there. We finally arrived going through check in and security.

"We're going to miss you so much! I can't believe you have to leave! And you know what to do if any rude, prissy, snobby chick tries to hurt you." I laughed at my friend Isabelle as she was telling me what to do with annoying, rude chicks.

I was boarding the plane to go to England, walking down a small little isle saying bye to my best friends as we parted ways, my first time to England or anywhere outside of the united states. I was scared, I barely managed to talk to new people and fit in with the people in my school, let alone an entirely different continent. The plane started taking off after the safety instructions and precautions and then we were in the air. The buildings were becoming tinier and Miami was becoming smaller.

I was asleep on this super uncomfortable plane imagining the seats were beanbags. When one of the flight attendances woke me up, telling me to put on my seatbelt and prepare for landing, I started panicking and hyperventilating. When my ears became blocked due to the pressure on the plane and I knew the plane was close to the ground, then the plane bounced a bit and the engine was loud. The plane came to a stop and the flight attendance welcomed us to London and hoped us a safe stay. Everyone was gathering their bags while I just stood there, looking through the tiny window.

I was interrupted from my deep thoughts when a guy started tapping on my shoulder, I looked at the guy and saw a boy my age, he was very attractive I'll give him that.

"Are you going to move? Or what." The Blonde said very annoyed. I looked around realizing, most of the people had already filed out of the plane, with only a few people left.

"Hey I'm not sure what you're waiting for, but I have somewhere to be" his deep voice scoffed. I quickly gathered my small carry on bag and mumbling a quick sorry before stumbling through the narrow walkway towards the exiting door.

Luckily I won't see him again.

I hope you liked it! And if you read my old one it would be nice if you could tell me if I have improved!

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