…CHAPTER ONE…
Rich girl, brown eyes, perfect hair, goddess… You could use these words to describe sixteen year old Ally Dawson. Her family, which was basically her mother and father, lived in a mansion in Miami. She had everything her way and got everything she wanted. Popular at school, good looks, wealth… She had the life every girl basically wanted. But as in every story, everybody has a flaw.
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ALLY…
I slowly staggered out of bed, then down the halls and into the kitchen. Absentmindedly reaching for a fork, I forward it to the plate in front of me and send the empty fork back to my mouth.
"WHAT!" I yelled, now clearly seeing my empty breakfast plate. "Ingrid!" I yelled for the housekeeper.
"Yes ma'am?" she shakily answered, running to the kitchen.
"Why is there no breakfast on my plate?!"
Ingrid just stood there and shivered.
"Didn't I just ask a question?!"
She nodded.
"Then why aren't you answering me?!"
"Sorry, miss. I might ha-have forgotten to m-make breakfast", she stutters.
"You'd better be sorry", I shout at her. "You're so pathetic", I scowled and reached for the plate on the table and smashed it to the floor then turn around and start to leave. "Oh and about breakfast… make it crepes, with blueberry sauce", I say smirking. "And don't forget to clean that up"
And with that I storm out of the room leaving a startled Ingrid.
I return to my room, automatically going to my huge closet searching for something to wear. After pulling aside like, eight clothes, I shout for one of the maids' attention. "Coco!"
She swiftly enters the room, meek and shivering. "Actually ma'am, it's Cecil", she says quietly.
"Like I care. Anyway, I'm looking for my premium blouse, chiffon skirt, and designer platform boots. Have you seen them?"
She opens her mouth to answer but I cut her off.
"Good. So could you help me find them in my closet?"
I don't wait for her to answer again.
"Great! So by the time I'm out of the bath, I want them out, ok?"
I cut her off again.
"Super!" I twirl around to the bathroom.
"And don't mess anything up", I finished shortly and shut the door.
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After I was fully kitted out, I descended once again down the stairs and into the kitchen, this time a plate full of crepes await me. Ingrid, Coco… or was it Cecil? , and another maid whose name I don't quite remember were standing around the kitchen counter talking to each other. I cleared my throat to divert their attention to me. They immediately sat up straight in rigid positions, hands crossed in the middle and head bent 45o towards the floor.
I scowled at them before taking a seat at one of the counters. As I dipped the fork into the plate of crepes and into my mouth, I started to hear the whispers again. I stay put with my head still lowered taking in their conversation.
What a brat!
Tell me about it!
Why does she even eat in the kitchen? Isn't the dining hall big enough for her?
There's no way of knowing what goes on in that girl's mind…
Each snide remark made me angrier by the second. I forcefully banged the counter, once again diverting their attention.
"I can hear you three goons talking over there!" I hollered. "What do you think I am, deaf?"
Maybe tone deaf, the third maid whispered, leading to a row of soft chuckles among them.
"SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP! I'm sick of all of you! You're all just a waste of space!" I spat at them then slid my arm on the counter, causing all the contents to crash to the floor. Even my breakfast, but I could care less. I ran out of the kitchen through the back door that leads outside. I keep running till I'm on the sidewalk which is a pretty long run because of our big lot. I start tearing up. Those worthless good for nothings always try to get to me. But I won't let them. I won't let anybody!
I see a familiar sleek black Porsche approach me. Quickly, I wipe up my eyes. It's not like I want anybody to see me cry. The car stops and the front driver's window slides down. It was just the chauffeur.
"Miss, I believe it's time to go", he says.
Not answering, I slip into the back seat and the car begins to move again. My parents don't take me to school because they're too busy at work. We hardly ever see each other. They leave the house really early and get back really late. We don't have the 'best' relationship parents should have with their kids apparently.
"Miss, we're here"
I was so caught up in my thoughts that I hadn't noticed that the car had already come to a halt.
"I knew that", I said mainly to maintain my pride.
I got out of the car and went up the school pavement. Right on cue, Cassidy Simms and Brooke O'Clare meet up with me.
"Hey, girlfriend", Brooke said, adjusting her new Gucci bag so I could see it.
Unflattering…
"Anyway, we have a crowd to amaze. Don't you think, Ally?" Cassidy said tousling her platinum blonde hair.
"I believe so, my pet", I said thrusting one foot forward past the doorway. Everyone stared at us as we sauntered through the hall in supermodel style. Everybody stood at the sides, right beside their lockers. Everybody but one person. He pushed past me, nudging my shoulder forward awkwardly.
"Hey watch it you goof!" I yelled at him but he kept on walking then turned his heard to smirk at me.
"How outraging!" I huffed then kept on walking, Brooke and Cassidy trailing close behind.
"Hey look! There's Dallas!" Cassidy squealed.
Our attention was then focused on Dallas Davis, my boyfriend also known as the captain of the football team. I walked up to him, excitement bubbling in me. "Hi, Dallas"
"Hey babe", he answered opting out of the conversation he was in with his friends.
"I hear there's a game this Saturday"
"Yeah, and I really hope you can make it", he said while stroking my cheek. My face felt warm all of a sudden to the response of his touch.
"Sure", I say cheerily.
"Then it's a date" He leaves, re-engaging into his earlier conversation with his friends.
"He is so… into you", Brooke said, now at my side once again with Cassidy.
"What did he say?" Cassidy inquired excitedly.
"A date, Saturday night", I say happily.
They both started squealing and jumping up and down like little kids.
"Girls, be mature", I hissed.
The bell goes off, causing a scramble in the halls.
"What do you have for homeroom?" Brooke asked Cassidy.
"Math", Cassidy answered irritatedly. "I really don't get the point of the subject".
"What about you, Ally?" Brooke asked as I started to walk away.
"Science", I said quietly, pushing through the thinning crowd.
Mildly out of breath, I sat down on one of the seats in the third row. There was a kid with his face to the desk sitting beside me. That hoodie looked oddly familiar. I poked the person. No response. I poked again.
"Quit it", the boy grumbled.
Then I poked him for the third time. He raised his head abruptly.
"Didn't I tell you to-"
"What?!" we said at the same time.
"What!" we both screamed at the same time.
"Hey, you were that turd in the hall", I say.
"Turd?"
"Good morning class", Mr. Gregory, our science teacher greeted as he entered the classroom. As he went off to his desk, I stood up and quickly gathered my things.
"There is no way I'm sitting next to you", I say curtly to the boy.
Mr. Gregory, still approaching his desk says, "From this moment, there will be no talking, standing, or side commenting. Got it?"
He turns around to face the class just in time to see me standing.
"Miss Dawson, I would acknowledge it if you would kindly sit down"
"But Sir, I just need to-"
"I said sit down!" he yelled.
"Sheesh", I murmured as I sat again.
The boy beside me started to chuckle. "Nice shot", he mumbled silently.
"Hey who do you think-"
"Miss Dawson! No talking in my CLASS!"
The boy chuckled again.
I scowled at him.
"Mr. Moon, please let down your hood", Mr. Gregory said to the boy.
With one hand he pulled his hoodie backwards revealing a mess of blonde hair.
"Today you will be assigned your partners for the rest of the school year. I want you all to turn to your side and look at the person beside you"
I turned to look at the boy then scowled at him. He did the same.
"That will be your partner for the rest of the year"
"What!" I shrieked in terror.
"Miss Dawson, don't make me lose my temper with you", Mr. Gregory warned.
"Hi, partner", the boy said cockily, turning to me. "And just for the record, so you won't call me turd again, my name's Austin. Austin Moon.