Author's Note: I got another idea for another story and yes...it is a multi chapter fiction...I haven't even finished one yet I keep on making more. Something is obviously wrong with me. I'll try to update 'The Matchmakers' and 'It started with a trip to Paris' as often as I can. PM me if you have any questions...I am really busy this month though. My grades are slipping, I might need glasses and I have rudely been accused of plagiarizing by a teacher. Hmmph! I would never stoop that low, just cause I put more effort in my work doesn't mean I got it off the internet... Anyway I hope you guys enjoy this story. REMEMBER TO REVIEW! If you do I'll give you cookies...virtual cookies! :) This is an AU fic...sorry.


DEDICATED TO: EMMA (YELLKITTY1234) You make me feel special! I admit it...House of Anubis is pretty good. Sorry for being so judgemental...XOX ;) and Ross Lynch does NOT have a big nose! :(

Isabelle (Sparkles3465/Silvermist1234) Yeah thank you for keeping me motivated! And for being annoying and all those other things best friends do...since obviously I wouldn't know ;) LOVE YA (in the friend way...don't think anything else! :D) And remember...it's FINDING Nemo...LOL..

Disclaimer: I don't own Austin and Ally! Please don't sue!


A letter came today. A letter of acceptence from my dream college. Not only that but I get full scholarship. That might not be a big deal if you're rich and get a new Ferrari every month, but it is a big deal if you are not. It is a big deal if you live with your single mother and two sisters in a tiny house on the coast of Maine. Where is the father, you ask?

Hah! That inhumane creature shouldn't even be called that. Father? No he is far from a father. Left my mother and got married to a witch! Why? No, not because of the usual reasons. Not because Mom and Dad were fighting or having problems in their relationship. No, not because of that at all! He left because my mother couldn't give birth to a boy! That's why the bastard left! Isn't that what people did in the olden days? Leave women because they don't give birth to boys? Well I guess I'm living in the olden days. The worse part? He didn't flee the country with his wife and son. No he lives right in the neighborhood. Right around the corner. He lives in this huge mansion with service while my mother is struggling to get by. She never eats, always gives us her food so we are full. She never rests, she is always working. She doesn't deserve this. She doesn't deserve it at all! If anything she should live in the mansion! Not the witch or my 'father.'

I read the letter again.

Ms. Dawson,

We congratulate you into getting into University of Maine. We are extremely exclusive of our students and it is quite an honor to accept a brilliant student like you. We hope you consider joining our school, as we have looked at your past records and you have been a straight A student and never once gotten in trouble- except for not getting a hall pass in third grade, but we'll make an exception. :) We will provide you with full scholarship. Once again, congratulations Ms. Dawson! Below is the list of classes you'll be taking and a map of our campus...

This was the fifth time I read this passage. The cold gust of wind hit my bare shoulders. I was still standing outside the mailbox clutching the letter tightly in my hand. I stared at the bare tree in front of me. A haunting memory surfaced.

I was six years old and running around the lawn. My father laughed, picking me up and spinning me around. He then put me on the swing that hung from the tree. He pushed me a couple of times before going to my mother who was watching us and kissed her. She laughed and rubbed her belly. There was a bump. My father was obviously expecting a boy since he was so joyful. My younger sister came up to him and laughed. He did the same and spun her around too. That was the last time we saw our father so care free and happy.

I shook my head to clear the memory. I could feel the tears coming. I quickly shut my eyes , squeezing them tight as if that would prevent me from crying. My grip on the letter tightened and I took deep breaths. After a minute or so I opened my eyes and plastered a smile on my face.

"Ma! I got accepted!" I yelled, running to our house. "I got accepted!"

Mom came out wiping her hands on her tattered apron. She had a smile on her face. Her snow white skin was a bit wrinkly and weathered, but her smile made her look more beautiful than anyone! Her grey eyes shone with pride and love.

"How come that doesn't come as a surprise...?" she asked, her voice teasing and good natured. "I'm proud of you Ally! I never doubted you, you're a bright girl!"

I smiled. Mother could lighten any room.

"What are you waiting for? Go on and celebrate!" mother laughed.

I laughed and hooked my arm with hers. I ran, dragging her with me and she shrieked, "Ally! I'm not as young as I was before!"

"You need to loosen up, Ma!" I chuckled.

We kept on shrieking and running through the hills until...until we ran straight into my gobsmacked father. He looked at my mother with such hatred, that I felt like shoving his ugly face down a toilet!

"What's the meaning of this, Penny! You aren't twenty anymore!" the bastard bellowed.

I knew I looked shocked and I quickly glanced at my mother. She looked tired, not care free like she was moments ago. I fumed! How dare he! How dare he think he can still control my mother?! I wanted to smack him right then and there, but my mother shot me a look.

"Nothing Lester..." she whispered, lowering her gaze. On her face where there used to be a smile, rested a frown.

I felt a surge of anger. After all these years, all these years and NOW! Now my father decides to show up! I wanted to murder him! He thinks he's still in charge but he's wrong! Men are nothing but burdens. Guess when was the only time he cared to visit us? Guess! He...he only visited us when his new wife gave birth to his son. He rang our door bell that day with a small package of sweets in his arms. My other sisters didn't understand what was going on. They thought he brought the sweets for him, but I knew what happened. I saw how the wrapping on the package was blue and how my father looked so joyful. I saw my mother's crestfallen expression.

I knew she still loved him even after all the pain she went through. It pained her to know she wasn't good enough for him, just like it pained her when she got an invitation to his wedding with the witch. I urged her to get a boyfriend then. But her heart still belonged to Lester.

I cleared my head from the thoughts and glared at my despicable father.

"What do you think you're doing here!" I asked, my voice filled with venom.

My father's glare switched direction and turned towards me.

I saw my mom shaking her head.

But did I listen? Nope!

I glared at him and muttered loud enough for him to hear, "Bastard!"


Author's Note: What did you guys think? Review! or else...or else I will never ever give you a cookie! JUst Kidding! But seriously...review! You'll always hold a special place in my heart! While you're at it check out my other stories...REVIEWS KEEP ME MOTIVATED! JSYK...I don't know if I should continue, but I will if the majority tells me too! Well actually I'll just continue anyway...but "no act of kindness is too little"- Aesop...I think.

~Ally XOX :)