Hey, guys! Welcome to Believe Me in Austin's P.O.V; I Don't Believe You!

So, first, I want to give a shoutout to Storygurl16, because even though she hasn't written all of Believe Me with me, I'm keeping the same Austin/Ally conversations, and some were written by her. So, shoutout for that.

Second, please, don't expect me to have changed Believe Me a whole lot. It's still the same story, only in a different point of view. So, most of the conversations between Austin and Ally will be the exact same.

Also, the chapters may be short. Sorry, it's just hard to write freely when you have conversations to keep the same and everything.

Disclaimer: I do not own Austin & Ally, or anything else you may recognize in this story.

Enjoy! :)

"Hey, I heard there's a new girl starting school here today."

This is basically all I've been hearing since I got to school, this morning. Some seem eager to discover what the new kid will be like. Others just don't mind and keep going on with whatever they're doing. As for myself, well... I hate that girl already. Nothing personal, really. I just hate new kids in general. Why? Well, they're just another person who'll look at me like I'm some kind of three-headed alien. Gives you a great feeling about yourself, really (note the huge amount of sarcasm used in that last sentence).

I usually try to ignore the stares as much as possible. New kids usually ask their new friends about me, and when they hear my 'story', they send me some weird look that seems to be a mix of pity, disgust, and sometimes, just a bit of sympathy. The same kind of look teachers tend to give me. Another look that gives you a lot of confidence (again, note the sarcasm).

What's my story? Well, you'll get different answers depending on who you ask. See, if you ask the populars, they'll say I'm some freak who has no one left. According to them, I've been abandonned by my parents as a baby, ran away from the orphanage when I was ten, robbed a bank at twelve to pay for school and food, and have been living on the streets ever since.

If you ask the 'normal kids'—the ones who aren't popular, but aren't losers either—they'll tell you I outcasted myself in second grade, when my only friend left me. No one apparently knows what's my deal. I'd say those people are the closest to the reality. Although, there's still a big part of the story they don't know.

If you ask the teachers, they'll either say that they don't know, or that I'm a mystery impossible to solve. Umm... Alright. Whatever. I stopped caring about what people thought of me a while ago.

If you ask my grandmother, she'll tell you... Well, I don't really know. No one really asked her. Except maybe her few friends who met me when they were over. She probably told them she adopted me and made up something less... harsh, than what really happened. She knows I don't want pity.

If you ask my parents... Oh, wait, never mind. You can't ask them. Forget I mentionned them.

And if you ask me, well, I'll most likely—No, scratch that. I will glare at you. And ignore you. Here's an advice; don't talk to me, I'll try not to be rude to you. Got it?

As I pick on my lunch—because, seriously, who in their right mind would eat cafeteria food? It's disgusting—I can feel someone staring at me. I look up, and instantly wish I hadn't as my eyes connect with brown ones. A girl I've never seen before. Two words pop in my mind.

New kid.

I glare at her, then look back down at my lunch. I stare at it in disgust for a moment, then get up and throw it away before walking out of the cafeteria. Why stay in a place full of people who'll judge me when I can be on my own? Surely, that new girl was already talking about me with whoever she was sitting with. She'll soon enough turn against me and start judging me like everybody else. I know it.

It's only a matter of time.

BAM! Done!

Don't be surprised. Like I said, it'll be short chapters. Next one should be up tomorrow. On the bright side, short chapters means more updates.

Until next time,

R5AAFan :)