This is a new story I just thought of. I am going to stop writing Spies because I am not getting any reviews. If I start getting reviews more reviews I will continue but for now I have a new story. By the way this story will not be taken place in Miami. It will be taken place in a fictional town called Foggy Creek.

Barely Normal

My name is Alyson and I am just a typical girl. I've got a health family and I'm healthy myself. I'm on my last year of high school and I have a boyfriend. Well, I had a boyfriend until I broke up with him. I just wasn't feeling it anymore. I just didn't feel the compassion at all. Actually, if I'm being completely honest with you I have never been in love before. But I wish I did. I wonder what it would feel like.

"Ally!" I heard a voice call out my name as I was staring out the window where it was raining. "You're day dreaming again."

"I wasn't day dreaming I was reminiscing." I explain.

"What the heck is 'reminiscing'?" she mocked me.

"Never mind, Trish I don't feel like talking because I am super bored."

"We're doing homework at my house. Why wouldn't it be boring?"

"Whatever. I think I'm just going to head home."

"No. Can you stay for dinner?" Trish begged.

I look out the window. "It just stopped raining. If I leave now I may be able to get home before the storm comes back."

"Fine." Trish pouts.

I grab put my school books in my backpack and head downstairs where I put on my jean jacket on.

"You're not staying for dinner?" Trish's mom asks me walking around the corner holding a plate.

"No. I need to get home before it starts to rain again. If I don't leave now I will be stuck here for the rest of the day and I think I should get home anyways because it's getting late."

"Okay. Drive safe."

"Thanks." I grab my backpack and head out the door. I walk to my Jeep and start the vehicle and drive to my house. I stop at a red light and I see someone cross the street. The light turns green and I start to drive. I look into my rear-view mirror and see that, that person has disappeared. One word is all I have to say, creepy. I pull up to the side of the street and park my car. I grab my stuff and head inside. Once I get inside it starts raining again. That was close. The first thing I see when I get into the house is my mom setting the table for dinner.

"Hey mom. I'm back from Trish's."

"Hey sweetie. Supper's almost ready. Why don't you get ready?"

"Okay." I agree as I start to walk down the hallway and I go into my room and into my off-suit bathroom. I wash my hands and go help my mom with the rest of supper.

"Supper's ready!" my mom call out grabbing four plates; one for my mom, one for my dad, one for my sister, and one for me. My sister pops up from the couch from reading a magazine and my dad walks out of the bathroom from washing his hands. We all grab our plates and put food on our plates and go sit down at the table to eat.

"So, Abigail how was school?" My mom asks.

"My history teacher Mr. Moore forgot his paper work for class today so we just read for the whole class."

"Teacher's nowadays don't care for children these days. They just don't know that in this era you need to be educated to have a career."

"Easy for to say." Abigail says then takes a bite of her chicken off her fork.

"What is that supposed to mean?" my dad interrupts.

"Look at Ally." She points her fork towards me. I have this confused look on my face. What do I have to do with this whole conversation? "She wants to sing. That's a career you guys will let her have. And she doesn't need education to be a singer."

"Yes I do." I interrupt.

"What?" Abagail says confused.

"When I was little I got singing lessons." I explain emphasising the 'Lessons'. "I also got piano lessons and I thought myself how to play the guitar."

"That's not the same Ally."

"Why isn't it the same?" mom intervenes.

Abagail turns to mom and says, "Because it's not 'ed-u-ca-tion.'"

"Whatever you guys. Just drop it." I say.

"Thanks Ally." My mom says. "So, Ally what did you do at school today?"

"Nothing really." I answer. "It's was just a regular day of high school."

"Ally broke up with Dallas." Abagail interrupts.

"Did you?" My mom asks.

"I never really liked the guy in the first place." My dad adds.

"Whatever guys. And it's not like her was worth anything." What? He barely talked to me and when he decided to talk to me it would either be to ask if he could borrow a pencil or it would be just plain weird. It doesn't really matter and I don't even remember why I liked him in the first place. It could be because of the mystery. I like guys who have a lot of mystery. We all finished eating supper and then I took a shower, watched some TV in my room and then fell asleep.

I can't really see his face but he is trying to say something to me. "You are special to me and I will gladly protect you no matter what comes in our way. Don't forget that I love you and I will help you keep your wish. I can heal you. Now drink."

I wake up taking a deep breath and I look at my clock it say 6:30am. That was a strange dream. I decide to ignore it. I get up and get ready from school. Once I'm ready I drive my sister and I to school. As I drive I look to my left and I see the same guy walking on the other side of the street across the school. Weird. I park my Jeep into the student parking area and walk into the school. I go to my locker and open it. I grab my stuff and then I heard the bell ring for first period, History.

~~~In History Class

I'm trying to listen to the teacher then I hear a buzzing noise and I have a text message. I quickly grab my cell from my bag next to me and

Trish: To UR right

Ally: what?

Trish: Cutie staring at you, dugh

I laugh with my breath and put my cell back in my bag and start writing in my song book.

"The battle of willow creek took place at the end of the war in our very own town Foggy Ceek. How many casualties resulted in this war?" The teacher asks the class. "Miss. Starr?"

"Um… A lot?" the whole class laughs with her. "Not quite sure. Like a whole lot."

"Cute, but comes dumb in an instant ." the teacher says. I look down at my book. "Miss. De La Rosa!" he calls out Trish.

Trish looks at the teacher. "Would you like to take this time and overcome you imbedded uncooperativeness stereotype?"

"It's okay Mr. Moore. I'm good." Trish replies. The whole class laughs a bit.

"Ally?" I look up from writing in my songbook. "Surly you can enlighten us in one of the town's most significant historical events?"

I shake my head, "I'm sorry. I don't know."

"There were three hundred and forty six casualties." I look over to see the new guy trying to answer Mr. Moore's question "Unless you counting the local civilians."

"That's correct." Mr. Moore says then looks at me. "Mr.?"

"Moon."

"Moon?" the teacher reassures him. "Any relation to the old settlers here in Foggy Creek?"

"Distant." He chokes on his words.

"Good, good. Except there were no civilian casualties in this battle." Mr. Moore starts walking around to behind his desk.

"Actually there where twenty seven civilians."

Mr. Moore stops walking.

"Confederate soldiers, they fired on the church. Believed to be housing weapons and they were wrong. It's a night of great loss. The family archives are stored in Civil Hall if you'd like to brush up on your facts." The class is all laughing including me. "Mr. Moore."

The bell rings then Trish and I walk out of class.

I do not own Austin and Ally or The Vampire Diaries. Please read and review. It would mean the world. And don't forget if you're a writer wouldn't you want feed back? I am hoping to make this story long and continuing as long as i keep getting reviews.