Hello! So it's that time of year where I whip out one of my favorite movies of all time. While I was watching it, I thought, Hey! What if this was a Auslly Fanfic? So after 2 hours of brainstorming, I came up with this.
3 things you need to know:
1. This is a crossover, but I'm putting it in both the main area and the crossover because, let's face it, no one reads this crossover
2. I will not be telling you the crossover until the next chapter, but I hope you'll figure it out by the end of this chapter
3. In this Fanfic, Ally has 3 siblings: Elliot, Peter, and Alice, all separated by a year. Order: Ally (15, almost 16), Elliot (16, almost 17), Alice (17, almost 18), and Peter (18, almost 19).
So yeah, this chapter is more of an intro to the story, so not a lot is going to happen
Disclaimer
I do not own Austin and Ally or the other movie/book
Ally Dawson is not a freak. And she's not insane either.
And just because she likes to make up stories in her head does not classify her in either of those two categories. If you are foolish enough to disagree with me, please answer this: How did Suzanne Collins come up with The Hunger Games? How did J. K. Rowling come up with Harry Potter?
.
.
.
That's what I thought. They made them up with their beautiful and wonderful minds. So next time you call Ally Dawson a freak for writing a story about another world with talking animals and dancing trees, please remember that the very reason that we have Twilight is because a young women made it up in her mind.
And who knows, maybe the world Ally writes about is real.
"Freak!"
'Wow, 7:45 am. New record." thought Ally as she made her way down the halls.
Ally was use to the name calling. And when her friends (yes, she has friends. This is not a story where she doesn't have friends. I mean, let's face it, everyone has friends) asked her why she ignored it, she simply stated that it was like her oldest brother, Peter, teasing her. Of course he was in England studying at Oxford, but that's beside the point.
Her friends, of course, wouldn't buy it, but would put the topic at ease for the rest of the day. But they were always confused how Ally could put up with the child-like nonsense with a smile on her face.
Ally had a small group of friends, but her real friends were Trish and Dez. Ally never understood why Trish bothered to talk to her when she moved to Miami in her eighth grade year. She was shy and reserved and Trish was loud and outgoing. But opposites attract right?
And Dez.
There's not that much to say about him. He's weird but Ally adores him. They're practically family. And Dez never doubts Ally. Both he and Trish believe in Ally's stories. Why? You'll find out
Creative Writing.
Ally's favorite class. (Actually no, music is her favorite, but her dad said that she would have better luck winning the lottery than making it in the music industry. So what's more practical than being an author.) There, she wouldn't be judged for having such an imaginative mind. Her stories could come freely out and no one would bother her about her weird mind. And her older brother Elliot was in that class as well. That was until the 2nd quarter of her sophomore year.
That's when her oh so beloved fan group came in. Kira, Cassidy, and Brooke. Not to mention their side kicks Dallas, Trent, and Austin.
The thing with Austin was not that complicated. They were friends freshman year, but they lost communication that summer while Ally was in England. I guess Austin changed that summer.
And no, he does not treat Ally like the others. In fact, he tries to make his friends stop teasing her, but to no avail.
"Oh, well would you look who it is, the crazy girl." sneered Kira. Ally showed no reaction, which made Kira irritated.
The bell rang, and the teacher, Ms. Shelton, made her way in from the hallway.
"Oh, we have new students this trimester. How wonderful!" She said happily, brushing her long blonde hair back. Her class had not received any new students since the start of freshman year, (which was very odd in my opinion, considering that this class had the best reputation in the school) but the 23-year-old loved her small class of 18 students to death. But she was rather nervous of the small group of newbies. (They looked like those group that did not care about school at all.) "Except the blonde one" thought Ms. Shelton.
"Please tell the class your names."
"Kira"
"Trent"
"Dallas"
"Cassidy"
"Austin"
"Brooke"
"Great now that that's settled, lets start the day off with a writing prompt, yeah?"The class, except the newbies, became very excited. Ms. Shelton's prompts were the best in the world. Some were just flat-out stupid, and made the class have so much freedom, while others were mind-challenging and you can see how each of the students mind work
As she walked to her computer, Ms. Shelton gave Ally and Elliot a knowing wink, leaving the two siblings confused, before putting the highly anticipated prompt up. It read: 'You walk into a small dusty room, and you see a beautiful wardrobe.' Ally suddenly became over filled with joy, and looked at Elliot, who had a joy and surprise written across his face. In unison, all the heads whipped down and began writing, except, of course, the Newbies.
After 30 minuets of non stop writing, Ally had her story. She slid out of her seat, and walked over to Ms. Shelton. Ally gave her the paper, as if it were a test. Ms. Shelton read over the pages and looked up at Ally. "Are you going to tell the story of how you met your friend and found out about the prophecy, or just leave it at that?"
She knew.
Ms. Shelton gave Ally her paper back and told her to see her after class. Ally returned to her seat with a happy heart, and a smile that could not leave her face. After another 10 minuets, Ms. Shelton returned to the front of the classroom
"Alright time's up, would any one like to share?" A handful of students raised their hands. The first one up was the famous Dez.
"I walk into the room, out of breath. I barely have time to notice my surroundings before a loud crash comes from outside. Without thinking, I run into the wardrobe and close the door. I hold my breath and warp my right hand around an old tattered dress, and my left grabs a rough scaly coat. 'Wait a minute' I think to myself, 'Coats don't have scales.' I use the light on my phone and find out that my hand was not holding a coat, but the un-holiest of all things. A...Zalien! Dun, dun, duuunnnnn." Dez exclaimed, adding unnecessary dramatic pauses and gasps. "I find the closest weapon, which was a hockey stick, and hit the Zailen with it until his brain starts coming out of his mouth. I quickly made my way out to find an army of Zaliens outside the wardrobe. There was nowhere to run." Dez ended his story with his head down, almost like a bow, as everyone clapped. He made his way back to his desk, impressed with his writing skills.
A few more students shared their stories, some having to do with a mystery, some with aliens, and others about hiding from a murderer. Now it was Ally's turn. And she had never been so nervous in her life. I mean, who wouldn't? You have to share a story that you wrote in front of a class with the people who bully you. You can only imagine Ally's fear.
Ally made her way up to the pedestal at the front of the classroom. Kira leaned in closer ever so slightly, wait for her to mess up. "Sorry if this takes a while, I kinda wrote a lot" Ally said, motioning to her pages.
"That's fine. Please, read your story." Ms. Shelton begged
Ally took a deep breath. "'24,25,26' Her older brother's voice echoed through the halls as she ran, trying to find a place to hide. It was raining, and there was really nothing to do. So, their solution was to play a game of hide and go seek. All the places she tried to hide in were occupied by one of her siblings. 'Why is this so hard' she thought to herself, 'This place is huge! It shouldn't be that difficult to find a hiding spot.'"
Elliot knew which story she was telling. His face became tense, and his mind was telling him danger. He tried to get her attention, so he could tell her to, well, shut up, but Ally's eyes were glued on her paper. 'She's screwed' he thought as he put his head down.
"'38, 39, 40,41' Her brother was getting closer to 50, and she needed to find a spot quick. She ran down another hallway, where she found 3 doors. She tried the 1st door. Locked. The 2nd had the same fate. The third one opened and she closed the door behind her as soon as she could. Suddenly, she could no longer hear her brother's voice. All of her focus was on the mysterious rectangle hidden behind a thick cloth.
She crept slowly to the box, with fear and curiosity filling her. She reached her hand out and pulled the old cloth down. It cascaded down and revealed a beautiful wardrobe. She stared in awe, running her hands over the beautiful carvings that covered the doors.
'50! Ready or not, here I come.' She snapped out of her trance and pulled the wardrobe door open, stepped inside, and pulled the door, making sure that it didn't close. Only a fool would close a wardrobe door."
Ally looked up from her paper, and her eyes landed on Dez, who was smiling at that comment. Ally returned to her story, before anyone could suspect anything, but no one could get anything past Ms. Shelton.
"She slowly slide behind the rows of fur coats, and put her hands behind her, waiting to feel the back of the wardrobe. She couldn't help but notice that the further back she went, the colder the air seemed to get. A sharp pain shot up her arm, and she yelped. She pulled her hand back, and inspected it with the little light she had. A gust of wind blew and sent chills down her spine. 'What's going on? I must be dreaming' she thought. She turned around and saw tree branches, slightly cover in snow. She took a small step, shifting her weight from her left foot to her right. She maneuvered out of the trees into a winter wonderland. 'Impossible' she whispered to herself. Her eyes darted around the clearing until they saw a lamppost. With its fire glowing brighter and brighter as she walked closer to it."
So...what do you think?
Should I continue? Suggestions on my writing/story plot? Let me know.
-Kaylin