Disclaimer: It is a generic plot, with a few improvements. I don't own Austin and Ally or the characters.

P.S. It's my first story, so please let me know if there are any major (or minor) flaws.

The first day of school. Worst day of the year, and we have to survive seventeen of them (K-College)!

This is what was running through Ally Dawson's head as she stared up at her new school: Marino High. She had just moved here from Phoenix, Arizona, and was already craving some authentic Mexican food and DRY heat. Miami, Florida was no walk in the park, and was made worse by the fact that Ally had to start her sophomore year of High School in a completely new place.

"Here we go." Ally whispered to herself.

She walked up the front steps and started making her way to the front office.

"Why isn't it at the FRONT of the school?!" thought Ally.

Finally, she found the office (around three corners) and asked the secretary for her schedule. The secretary took her time, and even answered a few phone calls while Ally waited.

"This cannot get any worse."

"Actually, it can." said a boy who just walked into the office. Ally looked him over: He was tall, maybe over six feet, and had super blonde hair. He was smiling a kind smile, but his eyes held amusement, waiting for Ally to guess how it could get worse.

"How can it be worse?" Ally finally asked.

"She could forget you're here and leave. She does it all the time."

"GREEEEEAAAT…" Ally thought, annoyed. It was her first day, and this lady was going to make her late to class, which will result in everyone staring at her more than usual.

"SO what's your name?" said the mystery guy.

"Allyson, but everyone calls me Ally."

"My name is Austin, Austin Moon, and let me be the first to welcome you to Marino High."

"Thanks!"

"No problem- and good luck with your schedule Ally."

Ally waved Austin goodbye and returned to glaring at the secretary, who FINALLY printed Ally's locker number, combination, and schedule. She walked into the hall and glanced at the paper:

Locker Number: 113

Combination: 23-08-17

Pd. 1 English II Rm 103 Mr. Williams

Pd. 2 Geometry Rm 207 Ms. Connelly

Pd. 3 Homeroom Rm 104 Mr. Roberts

Pd. 4 Music Rm 105 Mr. Roberts

Pd. 5 Chemistry Rm 204 Mrs. Logan

Lunch

Pd. 6 Spanish Rm 201 Mrs. Meza

Pd. 7 World History Rm 106 Mr. Green

Dismissal

While she was looking over her schedule, the late bell rang. She knew that secretary was going to make her late! She wandered the halls, looking for class 103, hoping her teacher would let her off. Finally, after five minutes of mindless wandering, she found her first class. Ally braced herself, took a deep breath, and opened the door. The chatter died down and everyone turned their heads to gaze at the new girl. Ally blushed scarlet and headed to the teacher's desk. Once she handed over her slip, Mr. Williams told her to take a seat in the desk next to "Mr. Moon."

"Wait a sec- I know that name!" And her eyes scoured the room, looking for the attractive blonde she met earlier. She found him smiling towards the back of the room and she headed that way.

"I'm so glad I know someone!" Ally whisper-yelled.

"Let me see your schedule" Austin laughed.

Once Ally handed over her schedule, she heard Austin exclaim that they had five classes together.

"We have different homerooms, and I take French instead of Spanish, but its right next door to your class! You have each of those classes with one of my friends, so you can sit with us at lunch and meet them."

Ally was just grateful to have SOMEONE in her classes.

Ally was in homeroom, wondering who Austin's friend was. Right now she was in the corner keeping to herself, seeing as she had no idea who she was supposed to be befriending. Right when she was about to start hyperventilating, a short girl with tan skin and super curly brown hair walked up to her.

"Hi, I'm Trish."

This is random.. "I'm Ally."

"Oh I know, Austin told me."

"OHH, so you're Austin's friend."

"Yep, that's me!" and they sat and conversed like they had known each other forever. Ally had to admit, Trish definitely had an attitude, but she was really cool.

"You're eating lunch with us, right?"

"Yeah, I am." said Ally.

When she got to Music Class next, Ally was really excited. Not only to tell Austin she met Trish, but also because music was her passion. She loved the way it got her through when her mom died, and how no matter what she is feeling, music expresses what words can't.

She spots Austin in the front row, and he is waving her down to show her he saved her a seat. "This is the best class ever, and Mr. Roberts is the best teacher."

"I know, I just had him for homeroom, and he seems pretty chill. Why doesn't he have homeroom in here?"

"Because people are idiots and one time they broke some of the instruments."

"That's horrible; don't they understand how important music is?"

Austin just shook his head, irritated. Ally paid close attention in class, and found out Austin was right: Mr. Roberts IS a great music teacher.

The next class didn't give Austin and Ally much time to talk, but they caught up on the way to lunch.

"What do you recommend?" Asked Ally, gesturing to the 'array' of food options.

"Definitely not the Mac n' Cheese. Anything else is edible." Quipped Austin as he grabbed a cheeseburger. "Might as well play it on the safe side" Ally thought as she also grabbed a cheeseburger.

Austin led her to a table where Trish was already sitting, next to a redheaded guy with really weird clothes on. "This is Dez," said Trish as Austin and her took a seat.

"Dez, this is Ally." Trish said, as Austin had just taken a HUGE bite out of his cheeseburger.

"Dez is with you in Spanish." Quipped Austin as he swallowed the massive bite.

They four of them sat around talking and laughing, until a girl came and plopped down on Austin's lap. "Hey baby, who is this troll you're sitting with?" said the girl.

"Cassidy, get a life. Austin isn't interested and Ally isn't a troll. You are." Stated Trish.

Cassidy glared at Trish, then at Austin as he ungracefully pushed her from his lap and onto the floor. As she got up and walked away, Ally heard her whisper "Stay away you ugly girl, he's MINE."

"Don't pay her any attention, she's just jealous of you for befriending Austin when he can't stand her." Dez piped. The two of them walked to Spanish class in a calm silence, and Dez showed her how talented he was at Spanish.

"?Cuántos años tienes, Ally?

"Dieciseis anos, Dez." Ally laughed. She realized that this was the extent of Dez's Spanish. So much for being an expert.

The last class of the day, World History, was bearable because of Austin. Never much of an outgoing girl, Austin asked her questions about herself, and she opened up and told him a few things about herself; like her favorite color is red, she's from Phoenix, AZ, and that her part time job will be working for her dad when his store opens up. The rest of the class went on in this fashion, and pretty soon the dismissal bell rang.

As they were leaving school, Trish asked to hang out this weekend, WITH Ally! She was so excited, she said yes immediately. As she walked the four blocks home, she realized her move to Miami might have been the best thing to ever happen to her.