Disclaimer: I do not own Austin and Ally.
A/N: This is rated STRONG T for language, violence and minor erotic scenes in later chapters. This does not have sex in it, but it will have make-out sessions and such.
Sixteen year old Ally Dawson grabs her fathers hand, looking up at him. "I love you, dad." She smiles up at him. He looks down at her, eyes dull but love shining within them none the less. "I love you too, honey."
She smiles, looking at the sidewalk, noticing that it was lined with roses. "Look, dad!" She exclaims, "Roses!" She points at the sidewalk, smiling. Lester Dawson smiles down at Ally, before he kicks the rose closest to him. Ally pouts, watching as all the petals fall from the stem and land on the ground, the stem tilting slightly. "You ruined it!" Ally says, "It had been beautiful."
Lester looks down at Ally, eyes serious and knowledgeable. "It had been beautiful," He says lowly, "and it still is." He states, as he smiles down at the broken rose. Ally stares at him, head cocked to the side. "Whatever you say, dad." She says, shrugging. Lester smiles knowingly. "You'll understand, someday, honey."
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'My entire life my dad has taught me to see past the way things look and to search for beauty where it seems there is none. About a year ago, we were walking together on a sidewalk lined with roses; I pointed them out and he kicked the one closest to him, knocking all its petals onto the cement. I told him that he ruined it, that it had been beautiful, and he said it still was. I don't know if he meant to slip a message, like he often does, into the moment. But it really stuck with me, and now I think of that rose as every person who has been judged and hurt because of the way they look. To most people, it's just a rose with no petals-broken and ugly-when in reality, these people really are some of the most incredible, beautiful roses you will ever meet.[1]' Ally Dawson, now seventeen, smiles down at her journal and lays her pencil down on her bed.
"Ally?" Lester calls, rolling his eyes. "Your gonna be late for school!" He shouts up the stairs. Ally smiles, jumping up and straightening her rumpled outfit, before she looks into the mirror, her face bright and smiling. Her deep, dark, chocolate brown eyes were sparkling with excitement and her even darker brown hair was swaying to her mid-back. In the mirror she saw a girl dressed in a long black and white shirt that goes to her mid-thigh, with black, ankle-length leggings, cuts and slices all the way down them. Her feet were covered in black, stylish leather boots with chains and her face had a light, natural look. White eye-shadow with a little bit of blush, her eye-liner and mascara a little thicker then usual.
"Coming dad!" She shouts back after a thorough examination. Yanking up her book, she shoves it in her bag before she glides down the steps, smiling as her eyes land on her dad. "Morning, dad!" She shouts, stopping momentarily to give him a small peck on the cheek. "Ally-bear! Ready for your first day of your last year in High school?" He asks, a small smile lighting his face. Ally nods, laughter in her tone as she says, "Yep! Now, c'mon, you got me up so I wouldn't be late."
He nods. "C'mon then. Let's get going." She smiles, "You know, I think it's funny that your my teacher." Lester laughs before saying, "I gotta make sure my babygirl behaves herself." Causing her to roll her eyes jokingly. "Yeah, yeah." She smiles. "I'm just glad I finally have my drivers license. Now, I don't have to have you in the car with me when I want to leave." She laughs at the offended look on her fathers face. "Oh, you know what I mean!" She says, snatching her leather jacket up and running from the house, throwing her leg over the seat of her motorcycle.
Pulling her helmet on, she looks at her dad. "See you at school!" She shouts, shoving the no-bugs-allowed-window on her helmet down. Ally smiles, reveling in the sound of her bikes engine, before she backs up, peeling down the street, a genuine laugh falling from her throat.
Turning into the parking lot of Miami South High school, she cuts the engine, ignoring the stares of her peers. Yanking her helmet off, she shakes her head, her long hair tumbling out of her helmet and swaying down to her back. She stands, arm sweeping down and her fist clutching her shoulder bag filled with her books, before swinging her leg back over her bike. Rolling her eyes at the gawking girls and boys, she smiles, walking gracefully towards the front doors to the school, only to stop when she hears a wail of, "Give it back!" and a slapping noise.
Narrowing her eyes, Ally turns towards the football field, the chains on her books clinking at she marches around the corner, her eyes falling on a group in the center of the field. "Hey!" She shouts, speed-walking over to the group, she shoves through the crowd, to see a small boy, most likely a freshman, on the ground, clothes muddled up, holding his cheek. Ally clenches her teeth as her eyes land on the boys tormentor.
Austin fucking Moon. She glares at the tall blonde, throwing her bag down and stalking toward the irritating boy. "Give the boy his shit back, Moon!" She growls out, venom filling her voice with every word. "Oh look," Austin sneers, "Little Gothica wants to defend the fag." Causing the boys and girls around her to laugh. Ally smiles slowly, her eyes hardening as her vision fills with hate. "Give him his stuff back, Moon!" She snarls, "Stop being a fucking ultra-prick and leave the kid alone! Just cause your life is fucked up doesn't mean he needs to go through hell with you!" Austin's eyes narrow as he glances down at Ally. "Gothica wanna make me leave him alone?" He growls out, causing Ally to smirk.
"That a challenge, dick?" Austin smirks back at her, eyes glittering maliciously. "Bring it on, bitch." He sneers. Ally chuckles, walking up to the taller boy. She looks up at him, her brown eyes dull with boredom. She smiles then, lowly and slowly as she quickly knees him in his manhood, snatching the bag from his hands as he drops to the ground, groans falling from his throat and his eyes clenching shut in pain. She looks down at him, before she shrugs, turning and walking to the younger boy. "Here, hon." She smiles, holding out her hand.
He hesitates, before taking her hand and smiling at her. "Thanks.." He whispers quietly. She smiles again. "No problem. My names Ally, what's yours?" The boy smiles. "My name is Shane."
"Well, Shane," Ally mumbles, walking up to her bag, she ignores the way the people around the two edge away, eyes wide and wary, causing Ally to roll her eyes. "Welcome to Miami South High, also known as, Hell."
[1] - The paragraph that Ally wrote in her journal/songbook/diary was written by Storm Sixx, from the book 'This is gonna hurt' that was written by Nikki Sixx. Heh, I read the back of the book that my mom was reading and this paragraph struck my interest.. I'm writing this story around that paragraph, so.. yeah. c;
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