A/N: Hey, guys. :) Been a while, hasn't it? Haha okay so maybe not too long. A good friend of mine (you know who you are) helped me out with the fanfic idea, so thank you to her! I hope you guys like this, I expect it to be good, maybe 30 chapters? :D Enjoy!

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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Austin & Ally, nor am I associated with Austin & Ally.

I zip up my last suitcase and look around my room hastily. I think that's the last of my belongings that I will be bringing with me to college... Which I was ecstatic about, by the way, despite the fact that it was seven in the morning. I was finally going to get to go to college and get away from high school, though I was not fortunate enough to be able to leave Miami. Dad insisted I stay near home... Ugh. Oh well, at least I won't be too close... A good half hour from my home, at least.

I drag my bags down the stair case and am greeted by the smell of bacon wafting from the kitchen.

"Ally!" Dad says cheerfully, pulling me into a hug. I hug him back, my mouth watering as I see the breakfast feast he has laid upon the kitchen table: eggs, toast, sausage, and as I expected, bacon.

I eat fast, anticipating my drive and hoping that there won't be any traffic whatsoever, though I don't get my hopes up too high. Within an hour, dad is slamming the trunk on my small Toyota Camry and giving me a sad look. I frown. As much as I long for independence, Dad and I have been through a lot together, and it's going to be hard to leave him.

"I'll come home nearly every weekend, alright? And I'm not far away at all!" I reassure him, and he nods, hugging me one last time before I hop into the driver's seat of my car and pull out of the drive.

As I had suspected, traffic is horrible. I feel like just banging my head on the steering wheel as I see the long line of cars stretched out before me. I should be moved into my dorm by now. I wonder who my room mate will be? I hope dearly that it's no one from my high school, because that would really suck. I don't like anyone from my high school, and they don't like me either. I kept to myself all four years and the only friends I made were in my music classes, but they were all going off to MUNY in New York City. I wish I could say the same but I have terrible stage fright, and I completely flunked my audition.

I finally make it to campus and check in before getting my dorm room number and parking pass. I decide that I can't carry all my things in one trip and it's pointless to try, so I only grab one bag before heading into the building, which seems relatively nice for a freshman like myself. My room is on the top floor, and I knock on the door, but there's no answer so I unlock it myself and open it. The room has no other girls inside, but my room mate has obviously already moved in. Her side of the room has a pink and cheetah print comforter on the bed with a full body mirror hanging on the wall and various make-ups and nail polished stuffed onto a night stand, along with a pile of magazines. I cringe at the mess, but turn my head the other way and head to my own bed, where I put my suitcase before heading back down to my car to retrieve the rest. Within a few trips I have it all in the room, and I begin unpacking.

I hear the lock on the door click as I'm unpacking my second suitcase and I turn to see a short Latina girl walking in. She's wearing leggings with a flowy pink top and flats with big round sunglasses. She takes them off when she enters and smiles at me before tossing them across the room and onto her bed. I force myself not to cringe at the action, but smile at her instead. She seems alright.

"I'm Trish!" She announces, coming over to me. "You are...?"

"Ally, Ally Dawson." I saw politely, finishing the fold on the shirt I had pulled out of my bag.

"Nice to meet you Ally! Hopefully we can get along just fine." She chuckles before going and laying on her bed and clicking on the small flat screen that is hanging on our wall. She is quiet while I finish packing, and I can finally lay on my bed and relax a bit as well.

"I can't believe I'm in college." I murmur to her, and she nods in agreement.

"Me either! I'm glad I am, though. Party time!" She pumps a fist in the air and I chuckle lightly, though I knew I wasn't going to be accompanying her to any parties. Not that I minded them, alcohol and drunk people just weren't my thing... Especially not underage.

"I wish there were something cool going on tomorrow but I haven't heard of anything yet... Have you?" She asks.

I shake my head truthfully. Tomorrow was Sunday, the Sabbath, which meant I would be in my dorm relaxing or maybe trying to find a Starbucks or something on campus. Plus, I needed sleep because our first classes started on Monday.

The night came and went, Trish was snoring by eight. I clicked off the lamp on my nightstand so that she wouldn't be disturbed before going into our bathroom and closing the door to take a shower. I was relieved that we had the privilege to our own bathroom, unlike a lot of first years. When I get out and go back into my room, Trish is still snoring except she has now somehow managed to get turned around in her sleep so that her head is at the foot of her bed. I giggle slightly before getting under my own covers.

I can't help but wonder, before I doze off, what will this year, and the next four years, at that, hold for me? It could either go really well or really bad.

What did happen, though, is something I never would have expected.